7. Chloe
Chloe
M y arms are numb, and my bones ache from the chill that’s settled in them despite the heat blasting in the car. I’m mostly dry now after getting waterboarded by the twisted fucker sat next to me.
Zack’s clearly too hot since he’s taken his jacket off, and there’s a bead of sweat on his brow. Yet, he’s not bothered to turn the heat off for himself.
I have a clearer view of his body like this.
Not that I should be looking. He’s undone the top few buttons of his black shirt, showing a tease of more tattoos on his chest. It’s hard to make out what they are exactly, but I get the feeling they’re all kinds of dark and twisted.
Satanic even. Thinking that word gives me a thrill.
His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and the insane image of being choked out by his thick, veiny forearms pops into my head. Lord, why do I have sex on the brain? Is this really what they’ve turned me into? Some sex-hungry vessel.
More tattoos catch my eye. They fascinate me.
No one at the convent had any, neither did my mom, and I don’t recall anyone before that.
She kept to herself after her health deteriorated and she lost her job.
I liked it just the two of us though. I’d take the quiet lonely days with her over the quiet suffocating ones at the convent any day.
Shifting in my seat, I discover how sore I am from how Zack took me. I may have been wet, but I was hardly ready. The guy’s bigger than anyone I’ve been with before, and has obviously never heard of foreplay.
You still enjoyed it , a little voice in my head taunts.
I know, and I’m still trying to figure out why.
“Enjoying the view?” Zack drawls.
“Are you always this smug?”
“Sometimes you gotta be.”
“What does that mean?”
There’s a silent pause. My interest in him hasn’t lessened, but I don’t want to give him the attention he craves by asking more questions. Seems he’s self-centered enough to do that himself.
“My dad always said I sucked all the oxygen out of any room I was in, and I should learn to shut my mouth. Thought I might as well keep taking up that space by being a smug asshole.” He grins at me, but this time it doesn’t meet his eyes.
“You don’t have a good relationship with him?”
“Darlin’, we are not unpacking my daddy issues. If either of us is confessing anything about our fathers, it’ll be you. I still want to know what happened before I found you.”
A part of me wants to tell him how alike we really are, but I’m afraid he’ll use the truth against me. It’s not worth the risk.
“Where are we going?” I ask, steering our conversation in a safer direction .
“Wherever the road takes us.”
That was not the answer I was hoping for. If there’s no end destination in sight, then who knows how long I have to survive with him.
I’ve never been this far away from the convent. I want to ask if he’s from around here, but then he’d think I want to get to know him.
The town the other sisters and I would visit was fairly small, and a guy like him would definitely stick out.
I can just imagine how the girls would giggle if they saw him. They would have kept me awake the whole night whispering about how hot he is. Ugh , I didn’t just think that.
What I need is some space away from him, and fast. “I need to pee,” I blurt out.
“You should have gone back at the gas station.”
Gritting my teeth, I say, “Like you would have given me chance to. I didn’t need to go then anyway.” And I don’t need to now.
“If you’re that desperate, just let it out.”
I stare at him in disgust, and when he sees my expression, he laughs maniacally.
“You’re such a creep. Just pull over, I won’t run. It’s not like I’ll be able to get very far like this anyway.”
“We’re five minutes away from our next stop, you’ll have to hold it until then.”
The hairs on the back of my neck prickle. Narrowing my eyes at him, I say, “I thought you didn’t know where you were going.”
He gives me a sly look, and butterflies start up in my stomach.
Come to think of it, he killed that guy at the gas station so easily. He was waiting in the woods with a bag, a knife, and zip ties ready to go. Then there was the video tape. “You planned on killing that man all along, didn’t you?”
I watch him closely for any tells if he decides to lie to me. His jaw clenches, and his grip on the wheel is strained.
“He deserved it.”
“You used me as bait!” I sit up, the blanket sliding off me.
“You got me.” He doesn’t sound the least bit sorry.
Crap. I’m in the car with an actual killer. Not someone who had to kill to survive, but someone who does it for fun.
Don’t I know how he feels, though? I didn’t feel any remorse when I committed the most heinous sin to save myself. Disgusted at myself, I shake my head and direct my messed-up feelings at him.
“Stop looking at me like that. If you knew the shit he’d done, you’d do the same.
” There’s a flash of hurt in Zack’s eyes.
This is personal for him. Which means if he’s doing this for someone he cares about, then I’m collateral.
A means to an end. Only, the end is almost definitely going to result in my throat being slit.
When I found this road at the start of the night, I thought I didn’t care if I died, but being so close to both freedom and death has given me the clarity to know which one I want.
I’ve got to get away.
I can’t make a grab for the door handle, but I can try and break the window. I force my shoulder into it and end up banging my head instead. A concussion will be better than him slowly torturing me to death. I deliberately hit my head against it again.
“What the hell?” he angrily shouts, forcing me back into the seat by holding one hand to my chest. The car swerves to the side of the road, and he slams on the brakes before we crash.
“Get off me!” I scream, and fight against him. Within seconds he’s climbing over the gearstick and pinning me down as he lowers my seat back.
He grips my throat hard, blocking off my circulation and making my head throb.
“Do not fuck this up for me. I will kill you right here before I let you get in the way.”
“In the way of what?” I choke out.
His eyes widen, and he gets a nasty deranged look on his face like I’m the enemy here. He chokes me harder. If I don’t do something quickly, he’s actually going to murder me. I can’t win in a fight. He’s bigger, stronger. If I want to survive, there’s only one thing I can do.
Lifting my hips, I rub my pussy against his dick in his jeans.
His erratic breathing starts to slow down, and his eyes drift shut as his dick hardens. I take a deep breath as his grip on my throat loosens.
Shifting beneath him, I bring my legs up and wrap them around his hips to grind harder against his bulge. He lets out a small moan.
Seems pussy is what soothes this beast. I rub up against him some more. I should stop. He’s no longer trying to kill me. But I can’t help myself.
He’s already ruined me, and now I want to see if I can do the same to him.
“What are you doing?” he rasps out.
“Untie me.”
“No.” His eyes darken again.
“Please. I got scared for a second, and I shouldn’t have acted so irrationally. He was a bad man, and like you said, he deserved it. Let me show you that you can trust me.” I bat my lashes at him and keep rubbing.
Even with my drenched panties in the way, his zipper feels amazing against my clit, and I’m letting out moans of my own that are far too real.
“I know you like it in there, but we shouldn’t. She’s lying,” he mumbles to himself as he looks down. Is…is he talking to his dick?
Suddenly, he groans and pulls me to his chest. My face is smothered in his musky scent. It’s so warm. Like fire and cinnamon.
A second later, the zip tie comes free and my hands pulse as my circulation returns.
Before I can question what I’m doing, I reach down and unzip him. Taking his cock in my hand, I pump his length up and down.
“Fuck!” he groans.
His grip on my throat returns as he pushes me onto my back and starts thrusting his hips. This won’t take long. He’s so hard and worked up already.
I go faster and my own heart rate increases as his eyes roll back.
A whimper catches in his throat. Needing to hear that sound again, I twist my wrist, massaging the head of his cock with one hand while pumping the shaft with the other. I’m not sure whose benefit all this effort is for at this point.
My hand is slick with precum and glides easily along him. He feels so hot and heavy. A loaded gun ready to go off, and I’m in charge of pulling the trigger.
I sense when he’s about to come. His cock stiffens, and remembering how it felt swelling inside me makes my pussy tingle with need.
My breathing quickens in time with his, and I place one hand over his heart to remind myself that there’s one in there.
It may be foolish of me, but I believe there has to be some good in him.
Somewhere very, very deep down. I can be the one to bring it out.
“Tell me why you’re doing this. I can help you if you tell me the truth.”
His eyes flash open, and his glare turns thunderous on me. All of a sudden, he’s pulling back, yanking me forward by my throat and folding my body in half. As I gasp for air, he unloads into my open mouth with a loud moan of satisfaction. His come hits the back of my throat and pools on my tongue.
When I gaze up at him, he looks possessed. His usually gloomy eyes are pitch black. The low light from the moonlight silhouettes him, casting his body in complete shadow.
“That’s the only reason why you should be opening your mouth. Hold it there,” he orders me in his raspy tone that has my mind folding as easily as my body. I open my mouth wider so he can see his release clear on my tongue.
His hand flexes on my throat, and I resist the urge to gag. Long seconds pass as he watches me in silence.
Once he’s satisfied, he lets go of my throat and growls, “You’ve proven you’re still mine for the night. Now, swallow my come like a good little sinner.”