Page 8 of The Seller

Siri has managed to start with me on very much the wrong foot, but half the heat in her ass is because of my own failings. She almost managed to make me turn tail and run scared. Well, that’s not happening anymore. I’m taking her back, and I’m going to make her fucking mine. Law enforcement or fucking not, everyone can disappear.

“What are you doing?”

Her voice is shaking as I pull her up from the hood and put her back in the car. Oh, I’ve got her attention now, that’s for sure. The belt made an impression on her, left her sore and shaken. As I get into the driver’s seat, I see that she’s hovering over hers, using her thighs to keep her butt off the seat proper. I swing the car around and head back to the house and as I go I make sure to send the car into every pothole possible, making her bounce on that bottom.

Siri

I was almost free. Part of me thinks I should have gotten out when he told me to. I could have gotten away. I feel almost as though I’m betraying every girl he’s ever had by not getting out of the car and running as far and as fast as my legs would take me, but I couldn’t. This isn’t over if I leave now.

I need to stay. Nothing has changed in that regard, but the energy between us has shifted, and I am on the wrong end of it.

My ass hurts. My pride is bruised. I’m afraid, moreso than I’ve been at any other time, except maybe the very beginning when I first opened my eyes in that dark place and knew that it was real, that it is possible for the world to be a bright, fun thing in one moment, and turn to pure dark degeneracy the next.

Stavros has been controlled since I met him, but just now I saw a wild side, the dangerous part of him. I knew it was there, lurking, but to see it on display, to feel it against my skin, that was something else entirely.

“Don’t sell me,” I say as we pull back into his garage.

He looks over at me, his jaw set hard.

“Excuse me?”

“You can do whatever you want to me, just don’t sell me.”

“The first part is right,” he says cooly, stepping out of the car. This time he doesn’t even ask me to get out. He walks around and just pulls me out. I’m all too happy to come because my ass is on fire and is better not pressed against a leather seat.

“I almost let you go,” he purrs, pulling me close and looking down at me with those dark eyes of his. “You almost made it out of here. Do you know how rare that is?”

“Like, holographic trading card rare?”

His expression darkens and one of those animal growls escapes him. “You’re not taking this seriously enough,” he snarls, his white teeth snapping at the end of my nose as he holds me there, in thrall to his power and his anger.

Ever since I was small, I’ve been that girl who laughs when bad things happen and resorts to jokes to lighten the mood when things are tense. I can’t help it, though I guess I’m going to have to if I ever want to un-piss him off.

“I do take it seriously,” I promise him, not soon enough to stop him from smacking my bottom with his open palm, driving me up onto my toes.

“Ow, fuck!”

“You could have been free,” he says, throwing the door to the basement wide open and pushing me toward the dark hole. “Now you’ll never be free again.”

Chapter 2

If you love something, set it free.

If it comes back, it is yours.

Stavros

That saying keeps playing through my mind, even though it doesn’t apply to Siri.

I don’t love her.

She doesn’t love me.

But I did set her free, or at least I tried to.

She stayed.

So she’s mine.

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