22. Wolff #3
“You’re my mission! You’re the only thing that matters right now. I wasn’t sent here to save every-fucking-body Akim locked in a cage!”
I keep my eyes on the road.
On the ice.
On survival.
Blood soaks through my shirt, my side pulsing hot and sharp with every heartbeat.
I’ve been shot.
Fuck.
Didn’t even feel it happen.
I have no goddamn idea where we are, and this massive truck is a moving target. I need to ditch it for something smaller and faster. Something that can disappear.
I can’t tell how much blood I’ve lost, only that it’s too much. If I don’t stop the bleeding soon, I’m going to black out behind the wheel and kill us both. But first, I need to get us off this road.
I slam the pedal harder.
The truck barrels forward through the storm, tires chewing through snow and ice as trees streak past in shadowed blurs. Wind hisses against the frame. The windshield is a wall of white.
Beside me, AJ is still sobbing; she can’t seem to stop, but I don’t have room in my head for that right now. Not when every second is counting down. The storm thickens, swallowing the road whole.
Then—
A glow appears ahead through the whiteout.
Gas station lights.
Thank fuck.
I wrench the wheel and swing into the lot, skidding behind the building near the tree line where the truck is shielded from the road.
Exhaling harshly, I kill the engine. Silence crashes into the cab—just the ticking exhaust, the storm outside, AJ’s uneven breathing—but after the chaos, it’s deafening.
With numb fingers, I unbuckle my seat belt. Pain tears through my side with the movement, and my breath catches. My whole body blares with excruciating warnings as I lean back against the seat, head thudding into the headrest.
“Fuck,” I grunt, pressing my hand hard over the wound.
Everything tilts for half a second.
“Wolff?” she whispers.
I turn toward her, ready to tell her to shut the fuck up, to give me one goddamn second to think—
But I never get the words out.
Her body slams into mine like a fucking missile. Her hands are everywhere, clawing at my neck, fisting my hair, pulling me closer like she’ll die if she doesn’t touch me.
My body locks—waiting for it—the instinct to tear away…
What the fuck.
I groan at the feel of her instead, grabbing her small waist with both hands—my palms nearly wrapping all the way around her—and yank her over the center console, slamming her back against the steering wheel. Her legs straddle me, nails scraping down my chest, hips already grinding against my cock.
My head is spinning. Blood pools beneath me on the seat, sticky and warm against my thigh. The gunshot wound in my side burns like fire with every slight movement, but the pain only makes my need for her more overwhelming.
“I need you, Wolff. Please,” she pants, tears streaking her bloodstained face.
That feral look in her eyes is the same one she had when she begged me to rape her. The memory should make me pull away.
But I can’t.
I’m too fucked in the head.
I yank her shirt off, exposing her small tits. She’s already lifting her hips, shoving her jeans and panties down just enough. I don’t wait. I grip my cock, line it up, and pull her down hard, impaling her on my thick length.
She cries out, head falling back, hair spilling everywhere. My hands look massive wrapped around her small waist as I drag her down onto me again and again, forcing her to take every inch.
She’s so fucking tight. So wet. So broken.
I thrust up into her from below, each severe movement sending fresh pain ripping through my side and shoulder, but I don’t care. I need this. I need to fuck the terror out of both of us. I need to feel her fall apart on my cock while the world outside is still trying to kill us.
Her tears keep falling, mixing with the blood on her cheeks as she rides me, whimpering and gasping every time I slam her down harder. She takes everything I give her. I grab her ass, spreading her wider, grinding her clit against me, already on the edge when she whimpers.
“Fuck…solnyshko.”
I feel everything—her heat, her tears, the slick slide of her body on mine, the way she’s crumbling with pleasure while we’re both still covered in other people’s blood.
“Wolff…I’m—”
“Shut the fuck up and come for me.” I piston into her with everything I have left.
She cries out, her pussy clamping down around me as she comes. I keep fucking her through it, chasing my own release, chasing the pain that feels so fucking good.
At the last second, I pull out, gripping my cock and stroking fast. Thick ropes of cum spill across her stomach and tits, painting her skin.
I drag my bloody palm down her stomach, mixing it deliberately into her skin.
The sight of her covered in my cum and blood makes me want to fuck her all over again.
But my body is giving out.
The adrenaline is fading, pain crashing over me like a wave. She slumps against me, breathing ragged, her hands sliding off my shoulders.
We don’t speak.
I don’t even know what the fuck just happened.
I just know I’m bleeding out, and I need to fix it before we both die in this truck.