Chapter 12
TWELVE
ROMAN
‘Oh fuck,’ Maggie says, her voice a ragged whisper. ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!’
I try to move, only for the bite of the cable ties to remind me I can’t.
With gargantuan effort, I pry my eyes open, taking in the dark interior of the messy little car.
‘What’s wrong?’ Well, apart from the fact I’m tied to a car.
‘Police,’ she hisses through her teeth before climbing over the central column and parking herself solidly on my lap.
A white flash of a car’s main beams dances across the ceiling, and I glance toward its origin to see a familiar blue and yellow pattern on the vehicle that’s pulling up across from us.
Letting out a satisfied laugh, relief washes through me in a warm blaze. Karma’s finally coming down on the maniacal pocket rocket currently straddling me.
‘You’re fucked,’ I say.
Maggie grips me firmly by the hair and leans close, whispering in my ear.
‘We are here to fuck. This is a dirty little fantasy of yours. Do you hear?’
‘Why would I agree to that? He can have you in a cell in thirty minutes.’ I want to shove her off of me, to gloat in her oncoming downfall.
‘Because I’m not who you think I am, Roman. I have secrets too. My family kill people for a living. And not underground like rats, but they are paid by the uppermost in society to do it. I’d be out of that cell before your blood dries on my seats.’
My ass constricts at the threat, but she is just spouting bullshit. Right?
‘Fuck off. You’re a shit liar, Maggie. You’re done for.’
Maggie glances backwards and fans her dress around us to conceal what we aren’t doing.
‘Try me.’ There’s a panicked snarl to her voice. ‘I have my knife in the centre console, and I’ll jam it into your neck before I go back to the wedding empty-handed. At least this way my dad will be pleased with me.’
I swallow before narrowing my eyes. ‘You don’t look like a killer.’
‘Do you want to test me? I could always pay your lovely wee gran a visit…’
A step too far.
‘Don’t you ever threaten her.’ Anger bubbles as I tug against my restraints, trying to unseat Maggie from my lap.
‘Then cooperate. Please?’ Her voice holds a plea that makes me pause.
Despite the threats, there is a sincerity there.
While I doubt she will kill Gran or me, I can’t risk that she is telling the truth.
If I don’t cooperate, I’ll end up dead, and that won’t help me whether she goes to jail after or not.
Movement outside the window catches my eye, and Maggie morphs into a creature so unlike the neighbour I know. Her hips surge forward, grinding her against my crotch.
I want to remain mad.
I really do.
But holy fuck does the action make my brain freeze, all logic dissipating.
‘Just act like we are fucking, Roman. Please.’
Her wild hair tickles my face, sticking to my neck, still clammy from my uncomfortable sleep.
Maggie moves like a little demon, hips gyrating in a mock semblance of passionate fucking.
It’s so far removed from the quiet, unassuming neighbour I know.
The memory of her pleading moans from the other side of the bedroom wall flashes into my head, mingling with the tantalising grinding.
An unmistakable hardening in my pants has my face heating.
A loud tap on the window makes me jump, reminding me why Maggie is currently treating my crotch like a post that desperately needs polishing.
Maggie hits the button to lower the window, her own blush evident even in the darkened car interior.
‘Hello Officer,’ she says breathily, giving him a coy smile.
My moment presents itself, I should tell the policeman what’s going on. Beg for his help.
But the look he gives Maggie has me hesitate. He looks like a fox loose in a hen house.
‘Well, what do we have here?’ he asks, licking at his lips in a predatory fashion.
Despite myself, I want to draw Maggie closer to me. To wrap my arms around her under the stare of the uniformed man.
Creep vibes run off of him in waves.
Instead, I remain fixed in place, arms pinned to the door, and my body still only half in cooperation as the drugs begin to dissipate.
‘So sorry. We got a little excited on the way home and didn’t think anyone would see…’
Maggie’s throat bobs in front of my face.
‘Well, don’t stop on my account,’ the policeman says, reaching down to adjust himself.
Gross.
‘Oh, it’s okay. We’ll just be on our way.’ Maggie lifts her hips from me, and I almost mourn the loss of her maddening heat. Almost.
‘No. You’ll finish fucking your boyfriend, unless you want me to call this in?’ He holds up a flashlight, making me squint.
Maggie’s eyes widen as she looks at me.
‘I don’t think…’ Maggie begins.
‘I’m not asking you to think. I’m telling you to keep going or spend the night in the station explaining why you’ve got your boyfriend fastened to the car door and fucking in public.’
Fury fills me. I tug at my restraints hard enough to almost unseat Maggie. But it is no use. The cop is corrupt and has no intention of letting us go. Telling him I’ve been adult-napped seems fruitless.
‘Now show me a good time, sweetheart.’ There is the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered.
Maggie leans close enough that I can whisper in her ear. ‘Are you going to stab him?’
‘No,’ her voice is a harried whisper. ‘I really don’t need the hassle. It’s been a hard enough day as it is. Just play along.’
‘I don’t want to fuck you,’ I hiss through gritted teeth.
‘Good, because you’re not getting to.’ Maggie shifts, threading her fingers into my hair and picking up where she’d let off.
Leaving a small gap between us, she moves as though there’s more going on beneath her skirt than there is. After a minute or two, the police officer lets out a grunt.
‘Put on a hot show for us. Your man deserves some effort… right?’ His eyes catch my restrained wrists, and he gives a sadistic smirk, pressing one hand in the open window and pushing on Maggie’s shoulder until she presses flush to my body.
‘Sorry,’ she mutters against my cheek as our bodies clash in a searing heat. My dick reacts to the friction, thickening between us, right between her thighs.
‘It’s okay,’ I murmur, thinking of football scores to try to deflate my traitorous cock. ‘We’ll just fake an orgasm, and hopefully he’ll leave.’
Maggie stiffens at my hardness, her breath catching at the increased pressure of each tipping of her hips. I glare at the officer, looking past Maggie’s shoulder, as he furiously wanks himself silly next to the car.
I screw my eyes shut, waiting for the whole sickening ordeal to finish.
But shutting them both out only sharpens my other senses.
The way Maggie’s movements change, her hips angling and making her gasp.
Fingers tighten against my scalp as a delicious moan escapes her lips, flitting over my cheek.
My body tingles at every spot where we touch, the grinding making me feel dizzy even though I’m sitting.
Because in it all, she is there. Surrounding me. Unavoidable.
Are the noises she makes a ruse to trick the cop? If so, she’s a far better actress than I imagined.
‘Maggie,’ I whisper, my throat tight. ‘Are you okay?’
‘I… Oh my god… Sorry…’
There’s a tremor in her words, her cheek hot against my own.
‘Roman.’ My name tumbles from her in a plea that eviscerates my senses. It’s been so long since I had a pretty girl in my lap moaning my real name that it leaves me stunned beneath her.
And craving to hear it again.
Her thighs grip my legs as her body begins to quake. I open my eyes and watch her face as she comes. Or pretends to come.
Except, I’m pretty sure she’s not pretending.
Her face flushes, her lips open, and she is just begging to be tasted.
And I’m frozen. Lost in her.
Never had I seen this side of my weird neighbour—the side where she is half feral with pleasure.
I’m engrossed until I hear a garbled groan from my right. And a splat against the car door.
Way to ruin the moment, Officer fuckwit.
Maggie’s orgasm subsides, and she looks ready to die of embarrassment.
‘Right. Move yourselves on,’ the officer says, zipping up his trousers and clearing his throat. He stumbles off, leaving Maggie and me to face each other alone.
I expect her to extract herself from my sodden crotch immediately, but she takes a moment, her chest rising and falling with every breath.
‘God. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—’
‘It’s fine,’ I try to reassure her, forgetting for a moment that she’s literally holding me against my will. ‘It happens.’
‘This absolutely doesn’t happen to me.’ Maggie removes herself from my lap, sliding over to her seat and covering her face with her hands.
Cold air seeps around my still hard dick, a dark patch covering it. When Maggie eventually looks over, she sees the mess she’s left behind.
‘Please don’t tell anyone about this.’ Her words are small, like she’s folded in on herself.
‘Like who? The old lady at the apartment downstairs?’ My attempt at levity does nothing to cut through the thick atmosphere.
All of the heat that momentarily passed between us dissipates, and we sit awkwardly in silence until Maggie’s shoulders slump and she reaches out to open her door.
‘Where are you going?’ I ask.
‘To clean his cum off my door before it dries.’
And I stay there. Attached to the door and utterly devoid of any control over whatever the crazy woman has in store next.
Not to mention that I’m pretty sure she is blustering about a family of killers… but what if she means it?