Page 55 of Crybaby

She is pressed tightly against me and the fact that we could be moments away from death strangely gets me hot. My cock instantly hardens, and Darcie’s eyes soon widen when she feels the response she evokes in me.

I can see it in her eyes—fear, panic, and excitement. The unknown excites her, just how almost killing that redneck at the farmhouse did. It’s only in the eyes of danger does she feel alive, and after wanting to die, the taste is one she will soon become addicted to.

It is one she will not be able to live without.

Just how it gets me off stealing from the rich—the rush is indescribable. And for Darcie, toeing the line between life and death is her poison.

When we hear a horn blaring in the distance, I lick my top lip, daring her to make the choice.

Live or die. She chooses.

“You know you want to take the wheel,” she challenges, her green eyes so vibrant.

In response, I interlace my hands behind my head and lean back into the seat.

“Rev,” she warns, a slight panic in her voice.

“Darcie.”

The horn gets louder.

This is us playing chicken—blind. Not only with the oncoming vehicle but also between ourselves. Who will cave first?

“Take the wheel.”

I stomp my foot onto the accelerator instead.

“This is your game,” I say, never breaking eye contact. “You make the rules.”

The horn is now a constant stream of noise, alerting us that we have seconds to make a decision.

“So choose.”

Her cheeks are flushed, her beautiful mouth parted as she can’t seem to take in air fast enough. The sight has my cock throbbing in absolute need for this woman.

“Fuck you!” she cries, quickly turning and taking the wheel. She swerves so hard we run off the road but miss the oncoming logger truck by mere millimeters.

I slam on the brakes with her propelling forward, so close our lips are a hair’s breadth away. Her chest is rising and falling quickly. Her accelerated breaths fan the hair from my face. Her gaze drops to my lips, and I know she wants me to kiss her, but I don’t.

“So youdowant to live. Remember that.”

I had to show her that that is something no one can ever take from her—her fight, her fight to live. Even though she feels like she wants to die at times, her fight for survival will prevail in the end.

They may have broken her body, but what makes Darcie, Darcie, no one caneverbreak that.

Something comes over her, and I see the reflection in her eyes. “I would give up my life…for them.”

I suddenly realize she’s talking about her parents. “They died in a car accident?”

She nods, chewing on her bottom lip. “I was in the car with them, arguing over something so fucking stupid. I survived. They didn’t. The end.”

This is her way of telling me she doesn’t want to talk about it, and I respect that. But knowing she was in the car with them when they died just has me respecting and admiring her all the more. It also explains a lot. It explains why she is beyond courageous…and that is when I make a decision that is sure to change everything.

“Only in the eyes of death do you realize how much you really want to fucking live,” I say, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Which is why…”

“Which is why what?” she coaxes, leaning into my touch.

The action just makes me harder.

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