Page 32 of Along for the Ride

“Please, Karson. I won’t say anything!” Tears stream down my face because I know exactly what that means, and Gentry is nowhere in sight. There’s nothing to stop him from ending me right here.

“Only the dead don’t speak,” he says. He brings his knife to my throat, and each panicked beat of my heart pushes my pulse against the cold steel. “But I want to feel what my brother has felt. What’s made him so...weak. Lower your pants.”

With the knife keeping me under his control, I don’t have a choice. I search for a reason to deter him from what he plans to do as I pull my pants past my ass. “Gentry had sex with me at the camp! He came inside me.”

Karson’s sadistic laugh rattles me to my core. “I don’t care whose come is inside you as long as mine follows. Besides, nothing turns me on more than a kill, and filled or not, your cunt is much better than my hand.”

I drop my chest to the grass again and give up. Maybe he’ll let me live if I don’t fight him.

Karson pushes inside me with a groan. He has some kind of piercing that rips through me with different sensations I’ve never felt. I dig my hands into the ground, gripping the soft earth as he fucks me like a man who still fully intends to kill me after. My tears don’t derail him in the slightest. If anything, they seem to fuel him.

“Fuck, little thief. Now I know why my brother likes you.” He fucks me harder, faster, removing the knife from my throat so he can place his hands on the ground for leverage. A groan leaves his mouth, and I can tell he’s getting closer.

“Please, Karson, Gentry is going to be pissed.”

“I don’t give a fuck what Gentry will do or think when I’m balls deep in a cunt like yours.” He grinds me into the ground.

Something catches my eye—the glint of moonlight reflecting from the blade beneath his palm. I rip it from his grasp and blindly stab behind me, jabbing until he finally lets out a scream. The sound he makes turns my blood to ice. It isn’t a sound born of pain.

It’s a sound born of intense pleasure.

He comes with the tip of the blade in his fucking thigh. An animalistic groan claws from deep in his gut as he sits back, and I scurry out from beneath him.

Gentry’s heavy footfalls sound behind me. When he sees that I’m alive, his chest falls with a moment of relief, but then he takes in the rest of the situation.

My pants past my ass.

His brother on his knees, wiggling the blade of his knife in an almost pleasurable way.

The tears cutting a track through the dirt on my face.

Gentry is on me in a moment. The heat of his anger emanates from his skin and pours into me. He pulls me against him, pulling my pants up with his free hand.

“You didn’t?” He snarls the question at Karson.

“Sure fucking did. Decided to give her a chance to convince me to keep her alive.” He tugs the knife tip from his thigh. “Then she fucking stabbed me.”

“You didn’t,” he says to me, soft and low.

I nod and rest my head on his chest.

“I decided to let her ass live.” He gets to his feet. “For now.”

I don’t understand him. And I don’t trust him.

Gentry steadies me on my feet before walking to Karson. With little effort, he lands a disgustingly hard punch in Karson’s gut. “I told you not to touch her,” he snarls before ramming another punch beneath his ribcage. I can taste the earthy tone of his anger on my tongue.

Karson smirks. “No, you told me to do what I want. And that was what I fucking wanted.”

“Get out of my sight,” Gentry commands, shaking out his fist.

“I’m not—”

“Now!” Gentry shouts, raising a pistol from behind his back and aiming it at Karson.

Karson throws his hands up. “Fine, don’t get your panties in a wad,” he says as he holds a hand to his thigh and takes off for the car.

Gentry turns his attention to me. His hands brush my wet, dirty hair from my face. His fingers sweep over my body, and I feel him everywhere. He’s trying to see if I’m okay. He sits on the ground and drags me onto his lap. His strong arms wrap around me. “I didn’t think he’d—I thought I’d find you dead. Not beneath him.” He raises my chin. “I can’t believe you stabbed him, wanderer. My brave girl.”

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