Page 69 of Taking

She bent down, hands on the car, bloodshot eyes peering at me. Recognition lit, and she smiled, blinking lazily. “Gideon Destil. The fuck’s a fine thing like you doin’ down here?” she slurred. Probably high as a fucking kite, thank fuck.

“Just got out of jail. Hoping to find some action.”

“Mmm.” Her body weaved to the side like she could barely stand. “I could help you out.” The flick of her tongue over her lower lip twisted my guts up tight as fuck.

I grinned anyway. “Hop in.”

Jenny slid onto the passenger seat, filling my car with a waft of stale cigarettes, cheap perfume, and the musky scent of some guy’s spunk.

She’d had a boob job. The fuckers heaved as she inhaled, sticking them out while settling into my car. I got caught staring, but I’d done it intentionally rather than throat punching the bitch like I’d have preferred to do.

“You’re looking good, Jenny,” I lied and licked my lower lip. “Real fucking good.”

“Mmm.” She leaned over and slid her hand up my thigh. “You too.”

I grabbed her wrist tight enough to stop her from touching my limp dick but not harshly enough to hurt. “I spent years in prison fantasizing about having you under me.”

She blinked, her skin pale, dark bags beneath her eyes. Her red lipstick was smeared like she’d had her mouth wrapped around the last guy to drop her off. “Get. Out.” Fuck, even her breath smelled like cum.

My stomach considered heaving, but I brushed my thumb over her wrist, keeping my smile in place. “Seriously. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to get distracted by my stepsister at Devon’s party that night. I’d gone with one intention—and that was to finally give in to my lust for you.”

She stared, mouth agape.

I held her gaze, allowing her to see heat in my eyes that didn’t have a goddamn thing to do with her. “I always wanted you, Jenny. Tell me I can finally have you. Tell me I can steal you away to some hotel. Tie you up. Have my filthy way with you.”

A soft gasp and the throb in her neck let me know she still hung onto that fantasy from when she and Addilyn had been younger and they couldn’t get enough of Stolen, a Stockholm syndrome movie.

“Are you serious right now?” she breathed a vile exhale with the words, and I fought off a grimace.

“Dead.” I held her stare, wondering how many Gideons she saw in her fucked-up vision. “You sober?”

She laughed, sitting back in the passenger seat, and I let go of her wrist. “Nope.”

“You gonna remember the dick you fuck tonight with your tight cunt?”

Jenny squeezed her thighs together, shifting on the seat with a groan. “Fuck yeah.”

“Good.” I winked and drove away from the curb. “As long as you know who you’re fucking, I can deal with a little buzzed beauty.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” She slurred, settling her head against the rest behind her.

Fuck no.

“Always did, and with those tits?” I reached over and slid my hand into her shirt, grasping a handful of fake as fuck flesh. “Goddamn, woman.”

She moaned like the whore she was while images of Addilyn flashed in front of my eyes.

My princess would claw my eyes out if she saw me feeling up the bitch who’d betrayed her…but Jenny needed to be all in for what I had planned.

“Where we goin’?” Jenny asked. “Tell me someplace close. Can’t wait to finally have your cock, Gideon.”

“I know, baby. I’m gonna give it to you too…so fucking hard.” I pinched her nipple and pulled my hand away from her chest. The thought of what lay ahead of us through the overnight hours actually twitched my dick to life.

No blood had been spilled, but already the lust that came afterward from a bath of red crept through my veins.

I turned into a rundown motel, one I expected Jenny was well acquainted with. She still sat with her head tipped back, her gaze on me. I couldn’t make out her eyes in the dark parking lot, but with the way she spoke and moved, I expected they’d be hazed over, pupils pinned.

Perfectly high like a soaring eagle.

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