Page 72 of Along for the Ride

She does. Dark splotches of dried blood mark the pale canvas of her skin. It reminds me of the night she played dead for us, and my cock hardens at this thought.

I reach out and pull her into me. “I have a different idea,” I say.

Gentry postures, raising his huge chest toward me.

Before he can tell me why I can’t have her right now, I tell him why I can. “You always get her how you want her, G. Praise her and please her. Be all sweet to her.” I brush the blonde hair away from her face. “I want to fuck her my way. I want to play with my fantasy.” I want her to play dead for me again. But this time, I want to spread her thighs as she lies lifeless before me. I turn to Leana. “You’d let me play with you, wouldn’t you? Let me fuck your dead body?”

What a fucking question to ask a person. But she’s not just any person. She’sourperson, and she’s not normal.

She swallows hard, as if she’s choking on a golf ball, then she glances between us, torn but not scared. She looks to Gentry for permission, but I don’t need permission from either of them. Regardless of what they feel, Iwillhave her lifeless body beneath me.

He steps into her, sandwiching her between us. “Do you want this, wanderer?” I can’t see the look she gives him, but it produces a scowl on his face. He leans in and kisses her before his dark eyes rise to mine and bore through me. “Fine, Karson, but don’t fucking hurt her anddo notactually kill her.” He turns away. “Fucking freak.”

Instead of heading for the showers, he plops in front of the fire with the dog. He really needs to clean up, but at least he’s leaving me alone to do what I need to do with Leana. I won’t press him.

I lead her toward the nearby lake, and a plan forms in my mind. As the water comes into view, so does the full moon. It hangs low in the sky—a big, bright orb of light that will allow me to see everything and etch it into my memory. The rippling water catches each moonbeam, and it’s really pretty.

But not as pretty as my thief will look when I’m through with her.

“Take off your pants,” I say as I begin to strip off mine.

“Are you really going to do this?”

“Absolutely. I want to fuck you while you pretend to be dead. Honestly, if I didn’t like you, I’d fuck you actually dead.”

Her eyes widen but her expression flattens. “This is insane.”

“Well,I’minsane.”

She doesn’t argue. Instead, she licks her lips, takes a deep breath, and removes her pants. Her hands go for her shirt, but I reach out and stop her.

“Leave it on.”

I guide her toward the water, and the sandy bottom caresses our feet. Staying in the shallows, I push her to her knees before easing her onto her back. She isn’t fully submerged, but each time the water reaches toward the shore, it covers more of her. Her breasts rise above the waterline, the nipples forming tight peaks at the top of each mound. The gentle waves pull at her hair, darkening the blonde strands as they sink beneath her head. Yeah, she looks fucking hot.

“This is so fucked up, Karson,” she says, but I don’t miss that excited glint to her eye. She might not be entirely okay with this, but she’s curious.

“Even when I do some shit you won’t like, I need you to trust me. Just keep still.” I know she likes praise, but I can’t bring myself to say some cringey shit and call her my good girl like Gentry does. I reach for the next best thing—the only thing I can bring myself to say. “Be my dead girl.”

I hook her thighs over mine as I drop to my knees and sink a bit into the sandy bottom. The cool water goes up to my balls, tightening them, but I lean over and push inside her. I let her gasp, let her live a little longer while I push deeper.

“Trust me, and don’t move,” I remind her as I lean over her. “Keep your eyes closed. Part those pretty lips like you did when we played dead before.” I put my palm against her cheek. “I’m going to drown you now.”

Before she can say anything, I turn her head and push her mouth and nose beneath the water. Her hands grip my wrists, and she flails. Her cunt tightens around me as she struggles. I let out a groan of pleasure, and as her body writhes, I draw back my hips so I can fuck her harder. I love her fight. I love how her cunt squeezes my dick.

Her hands fall away from my wrists, and she goes limp. I hold her there for a few more thrusts, then I grip her cheeks and bring her mouth above water. Her lips are perfectly parted, eyes closed, and she’s motionless. Water laps over her stomach and chest, and I can’t tell if she’s breathing. For all intents and purposes, she looks dead—a drowned woman on my dick. Lifeless and beautiful.

The water ebbs and flows as I drop my hand from her face and dip it into the water. Silk strands of hair wrestle with my fingers, but I pull free and put them on her shoulder. No matter how hard I fuck her, she keeps those eyes closed. Those lips parted. She remains silent through every rough thrust. The only indication of life is the subtle twitch of her cunt around me and the slight, nearly negligible tilt of her pelvis. A dead woman most definitely wouldn’t do that, but I can’t fault her for enjoying this as much as I am.

I lean over her. “You’re so fucking sexy like this, thief. Cold. Dead. Beautiful.” I swear I see the corners of her lips twitch, but she doesn’t break character. If her theater teacher could only see her now...Well, they’d probably have me arrested, but they’d also be pretty fucking impressed.

I dig my fingers into her skin as I fuck her harder, and the sand beneath us spreads with the strength of every thrust. I lift her upper body out of the water, and her head lolls to the side. Drops of water dribble down her chilled skin, and her full chest doesn’t rise or fall. It’s enough to make my balls tighten.

I reach up and grip her throat, drawing her to me and kissing her. Only once her lips meet mine do I feel the escape of breath in her gasp, but her lids remain closed.

“Open your eyes,” I say.

They flutter open, and I’ve never felt more for a person. Who lets someone like me play out a sick fantasy like this?

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