Chapter 5
Sophie
Iwake up to Finn watching me sleep. It's the most creepy thing ever.
"You're freaking me out," I mutter, pulling the blankets up to my chin.
"Get used to it," he growls.
"Don't do that," I mutter.
"Do what?"
"Watch me sleep."
"I can't help myself," he smirks.
"That's not a good enough reason," I mutter.
"Just enjoy the attention," he shrugs.
"It's a little overwhelming," I sigh, looking away, even though I secretly like it. "It's early. Why aren't you in bed?"
"We have to keep moving, princess," he grunts. "It's time to start driving again."
We've been traveling in his beat up pick-up truck for a couple of days now. We have a few more hours to go until we get to my parents' home.
I've been avoiding the subject of my parents since the first night. The more time that passes, the more I'm starting to realize how badly Finn has lied to me. He's obsessed with me, and I'm not sure if I'm happy or terrified about it.
He's been so attentive, making sure I eat well and taking care of me. But when he gets rough, which is most of the time, he's terrifying. And the things he makes me do...
I flush, thinking about the way he made me eat off the floor, and then how he used me as a cum dumpster for his load. It's wrong. I should be angry.
"Princess," he groans, glancing over at me. "I can smell how wet you are. Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Being wet."
"That's not possible."
"Try," he grunts.
I roll my eyes. "No."
"Then stop thinking about it."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because," I mutter, looking away.
"Tell me," he growls.
"I want more."
He stares at me, his gaze hard.
"More?"
"You heard me."
"Fuck, Sophie."
"I need you," I whisper. "I'm getting really desperate."
"Why?"
"I don't know," I hiss, crossing my arms over my chest. "I don't understand it either."
He picks himself up, his thumb grazing my chin. "I fucked your virginity out of you. Now you're just constantly horny for me, huh?"
I look away, and he grabs my chin.
"Answer me."
"Maybe," I whimper, feeling his cock throbbing against my stomach. "Maybe it's just because you're so sexy."
"Keep talking, princess."
"Fuck," I gasp, his hands sliding under my t-shirt. "Maybe you've ruined me."
"Yeah?"
"Maybe," I whimper, his tongue flicking over my nipple.
"I don't believe you," he snarls, his fingers pinching my clit. "How have I ruined you?"
"I'm probably already pregnant... with your baby," I whisper.
"And?"
"And," I hiss, my hips rolling against him. "And maybe this is normal. Maybe I'm supposed to feel this way."
"This desperate?"
"Yes," I moan, his fingers slipping inside of me.
"Say it. Tell me you want to have my baby."
"Fuck," I hiss, my hips bucking. "Yes, Finn, I want your baby."
"Good girl."
"Fuck," I hiss, my eyes closing.
"Eyes open," he snarls. "I want you looking at me the whole time."
"Why?"
"Because I own you, Sophie. And now you're going to come for me."
"Oh, god," I gasp, my pussy clenching.
"That's right," he grunts, his fingers fucking my dripping cunt. "Come all over my fingers, Sophie."
"Finn," I gasp.
"Shh," he growls. "Don't think. Just let me fuck you."
"Yes," I moan, my legs spreading wide. "Fuck."
I can feel my orgasm coming in fast and strong, and before I have a chance to let Finn know, I come... and squirt all over him.
"What the hell?"
"I'm sorry," I cry.
"Did you just-"
"Squirt?" I whimper, feeling like the dirtiest girl in the world.
"That was fucking amazing," he hisses, his cock throbbing against me. "Do it again."
"I can't," I groan.
"But you want to," he snarls, his fingers curling in my pussy.
"Yes," I gasp, my legs trembling.
"Say it."
"I want to squirt again," I whimper.
"For me."
"For you," I moan, my back arching.
"Good girl," he groans, his tongue flicking over my clit. "I'll make you squirt again, princess."
"Oh, god," I gasp, my hands gripping the seats.
"That's it," he hisses, his fingers moving faster.
"I can't, Finn," I moan.
"I'll teach you. Next you're going to squirt on my tongue," he hisses. "I'll lick your orgasm out of that sweet little cunt."
"Please," I whine.
"Spread your legs, princess," he groans. "Let me see you."
"Yes," I gasp, feeling my release coming closer.
"That's it," he mutters, his fingers twisting inside me. "You're doing so good."
"Please, Finn," I whine. "I need it."
"Take it, Sophie," he growls.
My hips rock against his hand, and I grab his arm, riding it. He lowers his head against my hips, and I feel his tongue exploring me, licking hungrily at every droplet left over from my earlier orgasm.
"I'm gonna come," I gasp.
"Don't hold back, princess," he growls, his fingers twisting and probing, his tongue flicking my clit.
"Oh fuck," I gasp.
"That's it," he groans. "Do it, princess. Let it all out."
"Yes," I moan, my eyes closing.
"Look at me," he hisses.
My eyes fly open and I watch him bury his face between my thighs, his eyes wild and desperate. I pump my hips against his mouth desperately until he growls, fingers digging against my hipbones as he forces me to stay down.
"Stay still, princess," he orders. "Let me make you feel good."
"Fuck, Finn," I groan. "I need it."
"Take it," he hisses. "Squirt for me, Sophie."
I do. My orgasm rushes through me, and I cry out, squirting all over his face.
"Good girl," he growls.
His fingers pop out and he licks them, wiping his face with my dress.
"You're going to wear that all day," he promises me with a smirk.
It's hours later and we've checked into a new hotel. This one definitely isn't as good as the last, and I can tell we're running out of money.
"I don't understand what the hold up is," I say as we get back to our suite with some snacks. "Shouldn't we be meeting with my parents about now?"
"There's no hurry," he growls.
"There's a wanted poster with your face on it, Finn," I mutter. "And if they find us, they'll arrest you."
"Then maybe you should behave, princess," he growls.
"Excuse me?"
"I can't have you misbehaving when we go see them."
"How am I misbehaving?"
"Well, you're not exactly acting like a perfect princess," he smirks. "And I need you to convince them you are, and you want me."
"I do want you," I whisper despite myself.
"You need to convince your parents of that."
"Why?" I narrow my eyes at him. "They'll love you. Why wouldn't they?"
An uncomfortable silence follows, and Finn avoids my eyes.
"What is it, Finn?"
"Nothing."
"Tell me," I hiss.
"I don't want to upset you," he growls.
"Why?"
"Your parents..." he sighs. "They think I'm a murderer."
"You said-"
"I'm not," he hisses, grabbing my shoulders. "They're the ones who put that wanted poster out there. They're the ones who set up the reward. They just don't know I'm bringing you home yet."
"Then what happened? You still haven't told me everything."
"It was a case of wrong place, wrong time," he growls.
"What was?"
"When I was arrested."
"I'm confused," I mutter.
"The cops got it wrong, Sophie," he hisses.
"I believe you."
"You should," he says, his eyes flashing. "Because it's the truth."
"Tell me."
"You don't want to know," he growls. "I went away for someone else's crimes. Let's leave it at that."
"Why?"
"Because knowing more would put you in danger."
"I thought you'd protect me," I whisper.
"I will," he snarls, his voice suddenly low.
"I'll do anything to help you."
"Anything," I whisper.
"Even if it means going against your family," he mutters.
"Finn," I whisper, a nervous chill rushing through me.
"It's true," he says, his fingers gripping my jaw.
"You're not being rational."
"I am," he snarls.
"Just relax, okay," I whisper.
"Not until I have you forever," he hisses.
"What is it you want?" I murmur.
"I need to keep you safe," he hisses.
"You're scaring me," I gasp, his hand closing around my throat.
"Good," he snarls. "Because there's no way I'm letting anyone stop me from keeping you."