Chapter 30
ELIAS
Ipress my foot on the gas, trying to keep my eyes open. One hand is on the wheel, the other at the back of Jules’s head, pressing her mouth down on my cock.
“That’s it, Jewel,” I praise. “Get me nice and wet, so I slide right into your tight pussy.”
She moans around me, the vibration making my balls twitch with the need to flood her throat. Ever since she said she needs me, I’ve been hard as granite, ready for her.
I spot a forest access road ahead and slow down just enough that we don’t spin out when I turn the wheel. The Hellcat has no problem with rural roads, and we skip over roots and potholes, the tip of my cock hitting the back of Jules’s throat each time.
I stop the car and pull her up by her hair. Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen and parted.
“What do you want, Little Sapphire? Tell me.”
Her shoulders rise and fall with her breathing as she looks at me, clearly hesitating. I press my thumb against her lower lip.
“Speak, Jules.”
“I… I want you to chase me again,” she finally says, her voice breathless.
“Chase you?”
“Yeah. Chase me, and when you…” she trails off.
“When I what, baby?” I purr. “Don’t stop being my brave girl now.”
Jules swallows, her throat making a clicking sound. “And when you catch me, pretend like… Pretend like you’re going to kill me.”
I throw my head back, laughing. Somewhere in the canopy above us, a flock of birds takes flight at the sound, startling out of their rest.
“You want to feel that again, Jules? Not knowing if I’m going to fuck you or kill you, but getting off on it anyway?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispers, her eyes darting down to my dick. “I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks.”
I tilt her chin up with my fingers. “And why didn’t you tell me? You know the crew would be more than happy to start the rides up at night for us.” I wink at her. “Especially if they can watch.”
Her cheeks flush even as a timid smile blooms at the corners of her lips.
“Will you bring your garrote?” she asks slyly.
I bite my lower lip, reaching past her to the glove compartment. I open it with a click and pull out my favorite weapon.
“Never leave home without it,” I say, enjoying the way her pupils dilate. “Now… Are you going to run or not?”
With a whoop, Jules scrambles out of the car, her leather-covered ass bouncing as she darts between the trees. I give her a head start, tucking my dick back into my pants so it’s not hanging out as I chase her.
She’s pretty easy to track in the woods, her biker boots disturbing the fallen leaves and foliage. I don’t think I have to rush—sooner or later, she’s going to try to hide. It’s the nature of prey.
“Oh, Jules,” I call out into the quiet. “I’m coming for you. And when I catch you, I’m going to show you what happens when you get on a sinner’s bad side.”
I used to think my bad sides were all I had. Born and raised in a cult that treats women like incubators and children like punching bags—or worse. Watching the demons dance behind my brothers’ eyes for years… some still there to this day. I had no chance of being normal.
Maybe Jules deserves someone better, someone gentle, who’d make her forget about her past. But what she needs is me. And what her little pussy wants is to be taken against her will under threat of death.
I can get behind that. My cock can definitely get behind it—it’s painfully erect, and I don’t think I’m going to last as long as I’d like to. Not after fucking her throat in my car too.
I eye a sapling, its too-thin trunk leaning to the side, fresh leaves piled at the base. It’s almost like someone used it to change directions in a sprint.
You’re here, aren’t you, Little Sapphire?
As soundlessly as I can, I descend into the gully to the right of the disturbed sapling. When I see a flash of blue hair peeking through the bushes, I grin to myself. Camouflaged, my girl is not.
With a burst of speed, I round the bush and throw myself onto her. Jules’s scream makes my blood hot, and my balls pulse with the need to bury myself deep inside her.
“No!” she protests, flailing and trying to hit me. “Get off me!”
Instead, I take her wrists and hold them down with one hand, using the other to tear open the front of her pants. A button flies off, the zipper coming undone effortlessly, and I have her pussy naked in a blink.
“Yeah? You hate this?” I ask her as I run my fingers through her wetness. “What’s this for then?”
I bring my fingers to her face, showing her how they glisten with her juices. Holding her gaze with mine, I take them into my mouth, licking them clean with a grunt.
“Delicious,” I whisper. I swear I can see her heart skip a bit from where it’s pounding at her throat.
“You’re sick,” she hisses, though she hardly sounds convincing. “A sick rapist.”
I laugh at her words, knowing it’s what the wounded inner child inside her needs. To say these things out loud—things she couldn’t say to her soon-to-be-dead cousin.
“I might be sick, baby, but you’re soaking the forest floor with your cunt. You want me to take it, don’t you? You want me to bury myself to the hilt and breed you.”
Her breath catches, her eyes widening even as she tries to shake her head and deny it.
“N—no. Get. Off!”
I chuckle. “Oh, I will. And you’ll be getting off with me. Filthy girl. Getting turned on by this.”
She moans when I pull my garrote out of my pocket, her beautiful brown eyes tracking the movement of my hand.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I ask as I unspool it. Jules’s breathing becomes erratic, and she squirms under me. “You want this around your pretty little neck.”
“No. You’re sick. You’re a sick freak,” she mumbles. I doubt she even believes herself.
I drape the string over her neck, creating just enough tension with my free hand to make her feel it.
“I’m gonna let go of your hands now, baby. And you better not move an inch if you want to keep your head attached to your body.”
I take her silence as confirmation and let go of her wrists so I can free my dick. I’ve been leaking inside my pants since the moment I caught her. As soon as it’s out and in my hand, I moan in relief.
“Fuck, baby, about damn time. Now… turn over.” She just blinks at me, so I lean down to snarl in her face. “Turn over, Little Sapphire. I want your ass.”