Chapter 3
Sophie
I'm about to be on the run with the man who just killed my mother. The only person who's ever cared about me. But the thing is, he's not wrong. She wasn't really my mother. She just took me from my parents.
She's the only person who's ever loved me, though. I was the only thing she had. And he just took her from me.
"Stop," I whisper.
"No," Finn mutters. "Not until we're safe."
"Where are you taking me?"
"Home."
"I don't have a home," I whimper.
"You do," he growls, squeezing my waist.
"I don't know you," I mumble.
"I'm the man who's going to breed you."
"Please," I plead, tears stinging my eyes.
"Quiet," he hisses.
"You're scaring me," I mutter.
"It'll be alright, princess," he whispers. "You have me now."
"I want to go back."
"Never," he growls.
I stare out the window, my stomach churning.
"It'll be fine," he mutters.
"It won't."
"I promise."
"Shut up," I snap, my hands shaking. "I'll never forgive you for this."
"I'll make it up to you, princess," he mutters, his hands moving down, rubbing my bare ass cheeks.
"Get away from me," I hiss, struggling against his grip.
"Not happening," he grunts, his fingers digging into my flesh.
"Let me go!"
"No."
"Don't touch me," I moan, his cock throbbing against my thigh.
"I'm taking you," he growls.
"Fuck, let's go," I beg.
"I'm going to ruin you, princess," he mutters, his fingers brushing against my wet pussy. "Make you mine."
"Please," I gasp. "Not here."
"Here," he grunts.
He pushes me against the wall, and I can feel his thick cock grinding against my bare pussy.
"Stop," I cry.
"Never."
His mouth descends on my neck, and I moan, his hands moving down my back.
"This is wrong," I gasp.
"Doesn't feel wrong," he mutters, his cock slipping into me.
"Oh god," I whimper.
"Say it," he groans, pumping his thick cock into my pussy. I glance at my mother's lifeless body on the ground and shut my eyes tightly. Finn says she kidnapped me, and she wasn't very nice... but is this actually happening? Her killer is biting my nipples as he fucks me...
"I hate you," I cry, his cock hammering into my wet cunt.
"Say it," he hisses, his hands cupping my tits.
"I hate you," I moan, his cock slamming deep into my womb.
"That's right, princess," he growls, his fingers tweaking my nipples.
"Stop," I whimper.
"Stop lying," he groans, his cock swelling.
"Fuck," he grunts, his hips bucking, his dick pounding into me.
"Don't stop," I moan.
"Good girl," he groans.
"Please," I beg, his cock throbbing inside of me.
"Gotta breed you," he growls, his eyes darkening.
"What did you say?"
"Breed you," he hisses.
"Please," I moan, his cock twitching inside of me.
"That's right, princess," he grunts, his dick pulsing. "Come on my cock over and over again. I want your cum dripping down my legs."
"I can't," I cry, my legs shaking.
"Yes, you can."
He leans forward and bites my earlobe.
"Breed me," he growls. "Say it."
"Please," I whimper.
"Say it," he groans, his balls slapping against my clit.
"Please," I moan, his cock driving into my wet cunt.
"I'm gonna fill you up, princess," he mutters, his fingers tangling in my hair. "Just. Fucking. Say. It."
"Breed me," I whisper, my legs trembling.
"That's it," he hisses, his cock pumping into my pussy. "Good girl."
"Oh god," I whimper, his thick cum filling my womb.
"So tight," he moans. "Gonna get pregnant on my dick."
"I'm so scared," I whimper.
"Don't be, princess."
"We shouldn't be doing this," I moan.
"Yes, we should," he groans, his cum dribbling down my thighs.
"No," I whisper.
"Yes."
"Don't," I moan.
"Don't fight it," he growls.
"Finn," I whisper, my body shaking.
"You'll feel better," he promises.
"I can't," I sob.
"Shh," he mutters. "Just take it."
He grabs my hips and pulls me toward him, his dick still buried inside me.
"I don't want to," I whimper.
"Too bad," he snarls.
"Please," I beg.
"I need it," he growls.
"Please, stop," I moan.
"Don't deny me, princess," he hisses.
"It hurts," I whimper.
"I'm sorry, baby," he moans. "It'll feel good soon."
"I hate you," I gasp.
"You love me."
"Never," I hiss.
"Always." He kisses my neck, then bites down, teeth grazing my skin. "But now we have to go. We're late."
"What for?" I furrow my brows.
"Our wedding," he smirks, his cock hardening.
"Excuse me?"
"We're getting married, princess."
"No."
"Yes."
"I can't marry you," I mumble, feeling his cock throbbing.
"Why not?"
"You're a murderer."
"She was a bad fucking person," he hisses.
I look away and he grabs my jaw, forcing me to face him.
"Say it," he snarls.
"Say what?"
"Tell me she deserved it."
"She didn't deserve to die," I whimper.
"She kidnapped you," he growls.
"But that doesn't mean-"
"She stole you from your family," he hisses. "She kept you captive for years. She was evil."
"She wasn't," I protest, tears welling in my eyes.
"She was," he insists.
"But that doesn't mean she had to die," I whimper, the memory of her death replaying in my mind.
"Yes, it does," he grunts.
"Please, let's just go," I mumble, trying to get away from him.
"Not until you admit she deserved it."
"Finn," I whisper.
"Say it," he growls.
"No."
"You'll regret this."
"Fine," I hiss. "She deserved it."
"Good girl," he mutters.
"Fuck, please let me go," I beg, his dick still inside me.
"Why?"
"People might see," I whimper, glancing at my mother's lifeless body on the floor.
"They won't," he promises, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks.
"They will," I hiss, struggling against him.
"Just stay still," he grunts.
"Finn," I moan.
"Princess," he mutters.
"Fuck me," I hiss.
"You're not in charge here," he growls, grabbing my throat. "And now that you're desperate... we can fucking go."
Ilook at the half-ripped poster on the wall of the gas station. There's a photo of Finn, a freaking mugshot, with him snarling at the camera. Above it, there's a poster that says wanted... dead or alive.
I pull my hood up higher. Shit. Next to Finn's poster, there's one with my name on it. But the picture is a toddler... with my long, blonde curls. I can't quite believe what I'm looking at.
"Come on, princess," Finn mutters in my ear. "We have to keep moving so nobody spots us."
"I can't do this," I hiss, my stomach churning. "It's too risky."
"Nonsense," he snarls. "I'll protect you."
"How can you say that?"
"I'm always going to protect you, princess."
"But-"
He cuts me off by pressing his mouth against mine, his tongue invading my mouth.
"Finn," I moan, melting into his arms.
"Fuck, I want you," he groans, his hand sliding up my dress.
"We're in the freaking parking lot," I manage. "Come on. We have to keep moving."
"Yeah, we do," he growls.
"Finn," I gasp, his fingers stroking my pussy.
"Open your legs, princess," he mutters.
"Please."
"You need it, don't you?"
"Yes."
He grabs my ass and lifts me onto the hood of the truck.
"Finn," I whimper, his fingers pushing inside of me.
"Such a dirty girl," he snarls.
"Fuck, I need it," I moan, my eyes closing before I can stop myself. I should be looking around and freaking panicking. There's a man inside the gas station, Finn just paid him... and he's about to see us.
"Spread your legs wider," he growls.
"I'm scared," I gasp, my eyes flying open.
"Don't be," he murmurs, his mouth trailing along my neck.
"What if they catch us?"
"They won't."
He grabs my jaw and forces me to look at him.
"You're my princess," he mutters. "They won't lay a finger on you."
"Promise?"
"Always."
"But what about you?"
"Don't worry about me," he says with a grin.
"Okay," I sigh.
"Now, spread those legs and let me feel you."
I open my legs and he pushes his fingers deeper inside of me.
"Finn," I moan.
"So wet," he whispers.
"I'm not," I moan.
"Liar."
"Please," I cry.
"You want more, don't you?" His fingers stroke circles over my clit and I arch my back, needing more, needing him closer.
"Yes."
"How much more, princess?"
"As much as you can give me," I whimper.
"I know," he groans.
"You're crazy," I gasp.
"And you're soaking," he hisses.
"I need you."
"I can't resist," he mutters.
"Good," I smile.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he mutters.
"Thanks."
"No," he smirks. "Thank you. Now open your eyes."
They fly open despite my panic and I meet Finn's gaze.
"Look behind me," he orders.
"Finn," I moan, his fingers thrusting into my cunt.
"Princess."
"No."
"Look at him," he snarls.
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Do it, princess," he growls.
"Please."
"If you do it," he hisses. "I'll give you another fucking load of my cum."
"You're an animal," I whimper, my eyes flying to the man in the station. He's watching something on his screen. I can't see him very well from here. He could be anyone.
"You love it," he growls, his cock rubbing against my thigh.
"Finn," I whisper, my heart racing.
"Keep looking," he orders.
"It's dangerous," I whimper, his fingers curling inside of me.
"Good girl," he growls, his teeth nipping my neck.
"Fuck, don't," I whine.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"I don't know," I gasp. "I-I-I-"
He pulls out and I gasp as my own juices flood the hood of the car.
"Good girl," Finn growls, bending me back on the metal. "Now lie back and moan for me."
Suddenly his cock is inside me, thrusting, and I gasp, my body tingling all over.
"Fuck," I whimper, my legs wrapping around him, keeping him close.
"Good girl," he grunts, his mouth moving up my neck.
"Fuck, I need you," I moan, his cock throbbing deep inside of me.
"Tell me."
"I can't," I whisper.
"Liar," he hisses.
"Fuck," I cry, his cock hammering into me, filling me with his cum. I can feel my insides getting flooded with his seed and I can't stop coming.
"Fuck," he groans.
"More," I plead.
"Good girl," he whispers.
"Please," I moan.
"Fuck, yes," he grunts, pushing my legs up until they touch the windshield. He stares down at my cum-covered pussy while I whimper, his hand tightly wrapped around my ankles.
"You like this," he growls.
"No."
"Stop lying," he snarls.
"Fine."
"You want to see his reaction, don't you?"
"Yes," I breathe.
"You're such a nasty fucking girl," he laughs.
"Finn," I moan, feeling another orgasm building.
"I want to breed you," he growls. "Breed your tight little pussy."
"Please," I beg. "I think you already have..."
He laughs with delight and my pulse quickens. Should I be scared?