Who the hell did this guy think he was? Why the hell did he care how she lived? This was the most confusing scenario. She just witnessed an obvious crime, possibly committed by him and the guys in the truck, and his main concern was giving her advice on how she lived?
Wait a minute…
As if something triggered in her brain, she began to question this whole situation. Was he really going to kill her? She thought about it. He walked into the diner with her. He told everyone they were leaving together. He gave his name. It could be a fake but everyone saw him, he could be identified. Why would he risk being identified if he was going to kill her? Besides, if he wanted her dead, he could have easily snapped her neck and left. He didn’t allow Bogs to shoot her, and blocked T when he came at her. They could have easily killed her, dumped her body, and no one would have seen them. Instead, he protected her.
Sadie’s eyes snapped to him. He didn’t want her dead; he wanted her scared.
That changed everything.
She had just spent the last hour frightened out of her mind, insulted and belittled by this man and fearing for her life. All to keep her scared and most importantly, quiet. Game over, asshole.
Sadie lifted her chin and straightened her back. She stood tall. As tall as a girl who was only five feet four inches could. She looked him in the eye while she gathered all her confidence and shouted, “Fuck you!” A small smile spread across her face. She felt triumphant for standing up for herself.
The internal celebration was short lived. His jaw locked and his gaze turned feral. He balled his fists. Oh shit!
Stone charged her. She backed up until she was pinned against the wall with the coat hook digging into her back. He was mere inches away from her. He was breathing heavily as he bent down to her. They were so close she could feel his breath on her face.
“Fuck me?”
Sadie was frozen. Her faux confidence had backfired. She might have misread this situation. He might just kill her after all.
“Fuck me? Is that what you want, Sadie, to fuck me?” he said in a menacing whisper.
He leaned closer, and now their bodies were touching. Her breasts were pushed into his chest. Her nipples had gone completely hard. His hands were against the wall on either side of her head, caging her in. She couldn’t move, there was no way to escape. She felt his erection against her stomach. He was hard, for her.
His lips were at her ear and his hair brushed against her face. She breathed him in. He was so close to her. Her core tightened as she struggled for a breath. His voice was seductive. “Answer me. Do you want to fuck me? You want me to slide my cock into that wet pussy of yours?”
He lowered himself to position his erection level with her core. He began to rub against her. She gasped and inched closer to him, pressing her chest into his until her nipples were grazing against him. She felt herself getting wetter. She had fantasized about him. She’d touched herself, pretending it was his hand fingering her, rubbing her clit until she exploded, his mouth licking her breasts, biting her nipples. She had imagined him kissing her and touching her. She wanted his hands on every part of her body.
Her heart beat faster and she started to pant. Suddenly all those erotic dreams she had of Stone filled her mind. She needed to push him away. But she couldn’t, she wanted those fantasies.
“You are wet, aren’t you, Sadie? I could take you right here against the wall. Is that what you want?” he whispered with a chuckle. He thrust forward and rubbed his cock against her again. He groaned as he grabbed her hip with one hand. His other hand reached behind and gripped her hair. She was not thinking straight. She couldn’t. He consumed her. She released a moan as he drove his erection into her again. Her head was pulled back with just a slight bite of pain to her scalp. The pain felt good, felt hot. She reached for him and gripped his waist. Her fingers caressed him lightly.
He let go of her hair and his hand softly glided down her back. She lifted her head to his neck. Her nose brushed against him and she inhaled his scent. He smelled masculine, almost woodsy, like pine trees and campfires. His warm breath was on her ear; his mouth nibbled her earlobe. She felt a wet release and knew her panties were soaked.
“Ah…” she moaned.
“All you have to do is ask me, babe.” His chest was against her and she could feel his heart pumping fast. Sadie was not the only one affected by this situation. He wanted her, too.
All she had to do was ask and all her fantasies would become reality. Everything about this was wrong. She knew it. Deep down, where she’d buried her fear, she knew this was wrong and crazy. But she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t!
Her lips found his neck and she kissed a line down to the neckline of his shirt. She let her tongue glide up his neck and across his throat. He groaned, “Ask me,” as he grinded into her again. Her legs stiffened against one another feeling the friction of her wet panties rubbing against his leg. She licked his neck again up to his ear, breathing heavily, uncontrollably panting.
She opened her mouth just as his cell rang. They both stopped moving. They were locked together as the phone rang again. She raised her face to his in a complete lust-filled stare. He was usually so hard to read but those green eyes said it
