Page 40 of Better Run
Ice shoots through my veins.
She’s familiar. Where have I seen this girl before? Why do I know her?
She moans. Jayden pulls his gun out, and lays it across his legs, pointing at the girl.
I don’t ask anything. He looks at me, does a double take, and yanks the blindfold back up over my eyes. I feel him lean into me. “Have you enjoyed your time, kitten?”
“No,” I murmur and tremble. He just kidnapped another woman. Cole helped. She might be dead. These men are crazy. I need to get away. They’re going to kill me. Us.
Jayden leans in and takes a deep breath. Is he…smelling me?
I scoot back until I’m pressed into the car door. He follows and his weight moves on top of me.
“No!” My heart is pounding. Racing. I need to get away. I push him away and scramble for my blindfold and the door handle.
“You should know better than to try and escape me,” he growls in my ear. He yanks my pants down.
I yank down my blindfold and rush to get them back up. His mouth is on my clit before I can, hot and wet. He reaches up to grab my breast and pinches my nipple so hard I scream.
I grip his hair with both hands and yank him away from me as hard as I can. He groans and pushes back into me harder, eating me with enthusiasm. I scratch and claw, but he only pins my hands to my stomach and continues. There’s no room for me to kick him as my right leg is pinned between his body and the front seat and my left is on the girl. Her warm blood is soaking my sock.
Fuck, the girl.
I struggle, only giving extra friction on my clit. Sensation shoots through me. I pant and growl, but my hands don’t move. I can’t get away.
“If you think you’ll get away, you’re mistaken. You’re my prize, and I’m going to claim you.” He makes eye contact with me and sucks my clit into his mouth and sucks hard. My body responds, jerking into him. What the hell is wrong with me? I start to cry in frustration. Jayden’s eyes bore into me, and he groans.
“Fuck,” Cole says from the front seat. His expression is ravenous.
Jayden sucks with more enthusiasm. He makes my body feel good. Too good. It keeps bucking into him for friction. I haven’t peed yet and the pressure adds to the pleasure. The pleasure builds until my orgasm tears through me and I cry out.
Jayden crawls up over me, and then his dick is in my face. I realize I’ve never seen it and the car is too dark to see it now. The tip is at my lips.
“Suck,” he says in a husky voice. My mind is glazed in pleasure still. I instinctively open, and he pushes into my mouth. He pistons in fast and hard and I choke right away. He’s big. I hollow my cheeks and do my best to breathe as he pounds my face. He’s brutal and rough and I choke and gag, but he doesn’t let up.
His pounding gets faster, and he growls, “Swallow.”
He stops, and cum shoots down my throat. He’s so far in I have no choice but to swallow. He pulses over and over into me so long I start to pull away to breathe. He grips my hair at the back of my head and yanks me off of him. He tucks himself away and puts his forehead to mine. His eyes are angry and dark. “You will never get away from me. Do you hear me? You’re mine. There is no escape.”
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When the truck stops, the men make me stay in the back while they drag the girl out. She woke up at some point in the drive but couldn't seem to stay awake. That didn’t seem good. After what felt like an hour of driving they put the blindfold back on. I cried silently for a long time.
It takes them a while to come get me. When they do, I see we’re back in the garage at the cabin. The girl is nowhere in sight but Cole doesn’t let me look and grabs my arm, dragging me toward the cabin.
“I can walk.” I try pulling my arm away.
He doesn’t relent and marches me inside. His lips are drawn in a thin line, and he punches the alarm code into the door. He sees me watching and, before I can move, pins me against the door. I let out a gasp of air.
Cole leans in and says in a low voice, “Not today, little one.”
“Why?” I whisper.
His gaze roams over my body. “You have blood on you.” He licks his lips.
I look down, trying to see myself where he isn’t pressed into me. Holy shit I do. It’s all over my pants and even my top. The girl’s lifeblood. I want to rip all my clothes off and scrub myself clean.
“Who is she? I know her.”
