Chapter 2 #2
“What does Zack have to do with it?!” His roar hits my frayed nerves, and his two fingers thrust deeper with merciless pressure, making me whimper in his face.
My breath escapes my lips in hot, uneven gasps. Between my legs, where he continues his tormenting-sweet movements, a thick languid pulse throbs. It spreads through my veins, pooling like liquid fire and burning through my whole body.
“He’s … my savior,” I hiss through a moan.
“That little bastard Zack?! What the fuck gave you that insane idea?!” Desire’s voice thunders through the car.
How does he manage to be so terrifying and unbearably erotic at the same time? Why does my story ignite such blind rage in him?
“He told me himself,” I mumble, trying to squeeze my trembling thighs together, but his hand holds them apart.
“You seriously fucking believed that pathetic bastard was me?! Is that why you were so desperate to please him?”
Through the blood roaring in my ears, I don’t even fully realize what he’s shouting. My body is pierced by a thousand searing electric shocks—I’m drowning in this rough, deafening pleasure forced on me by his fingers, and I can’t think straight.
His rage ebbs slightly, and he breathes heavily, his movements slowing as he strokes my sensitive clit with his thumb—dominant, almost thoughtful. He takes his other hand off the steering wheel and hits a button on the dashboard.
With a soft hum, the car’s roof glides back and opens up to the cold, starry darkness. A sharp gust of wind snatches my loose hair and lashes it across my face.
“D-Desire, what are you doing?” My voice trembles with arousal.
“I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll finally remember, Princess, that it was me who claimed you. That it was me who put a bullet in Zack’s daddy’s head with my own hands.”
“You’re not my Prince Harming,” I murmur, unconvincingly.
“Really? Fucking really?”
At another possessive touch, I throw my head back on a moan, offering my face to the endless starry sky.
Outside the window, terrifying black silhouettes of trees rush past at breakneck speed.
My eyes water either from the lashing wind or from a strange, sick joy that all those frightening shapes of the forest have blurred into a single safe streak.
The icy air slams into my lungs; the scents of the night highway heighten my senses to their limit.
This wild feeling of boundless freedom, of speed, and of his fingers inside me crashes over me with an intensity far sharper than it ever was inside the closed cabin.
Desire plays on my weaknesses with terrifying precision. He knows not only how to drive me to primal terror but also how to tear the most shameful, sweetest moan from my throat.
“You’re not my savior.” I try to convince myself.
Because if it is true, I’m finished. There will be no more me.
Desire is merciless—he’ll grind me to dust. Zack was different.
He never fucked me. Hell, he never even touched me.
When I looked at Zack, I only felt pity—not this paralyzing, primal fear that’s twisting my insides.
With Zack, at least I had a tiny chance.
A chance to heal, to drown all of this with expensive therapists and mountains of pills, to leave my worsening PTSD and nightmares far behind. With Desire, there is no chance.
“Oh no, babe.” He smirks, leaning so close it seems like he’ll sink his sharp teeth into my defenseless neck like a lion into an antelope. “I’m not your fucking savior. I’m your worst nightmare. I don’t want to save you. I just want to claim you for myself.”
My treacherous body responds to these terrifying words of possession with another wild pulse. A deep, aching spasm in my cunt forces me to shift forward on the leather seat, impaling myself deeper on his fingers.
The car swerves slightly on the highway.
“Don’t move,” he tosses out with cheerful menace. “Or my hand will slip and we’ll go flying right into your monsters in the dark. I’d hate to get the bumper dirty crushing them.”
“No …. You can’t be him,” I whimper, my body shaking from the gusts of wind and the unbearable tension between my legs. “Please just tell me you’re playing with me. That you’re lying, just like Zack lied.”
“Open the fucking glove compartment,” he commands in a harsh tone that brooks no argument. “Open it, and you’ll see the truth with your own eyes.”
Do I even want to know this truth? I’m not sure of anything anymore.
Everyone around me lies, uses me in their sick games.
My hands tremble so badly I can barely find the latch.
I yank the plastic cover down, and what I see inside makes primal terror clamp icy jaws around my throat. My eyes fly wide.
“Surprise, Princess.” Desire laughs mercilessly, drowning out the wild roar of the engine and the wind’s howl.
Inside, in the dim glow of the dashboard, lying lifelessly on top of packs of wet wipes and boxes of condoms, it sits—the smooth white mask painted with three gold stripes like claw marks. The mask of my Prince Harming.
A smirk slowly lifts the corners of Desire’s lips. Taking advantage of my paralysis, he pushes his fingers deeper inside me with a new, devastating force, knocking the last of the air from my lungs.
“I’m going to torment you without mercy, Aurora. I’m going to tear you into pieces, then put you back together again. But I will never lie to you. Now, turn your head and look to the right.”
Like a broken, unresisting doll, I turn toward the pitch-darkness outside the window. Black tree trunks blur into one endless, terrifying streak.
“They’re just trees. There’s no one there.” He dominates every beat of my heart. “Your only real nightmare is feasting on you right now. Do you understand?”
His thumb crushes my clit, then he thrusts his fingers so deep, so savagely, that for a split second, I think they will reach all the way to my throat and rip me open from the inside.
I buck my hips, unable to control my treacherous body, and choke on my own cries.
I moan until my voice breaks, crying from the unbearable, razor-sharp intensity of it all.
Through the wet blur of tears, my eyes ping-pong from the cold stars above us, the impenetrable darkness outside the speeding car’s window, and the white mask in the glove compartment in front of me.
This mad night, for the first time in my life, is terrifyingly beautiful.
In this moment, there’s no room for fear in my pounding heart.
All my terror drowns in blind ecstasy as I shatter into a thousand tiny pieces around his fingers with one final exhale.
Empty, I slump against the seat, gasping for the cold night air.
Desire slowly withdraws his fingers and brings them to his lips.
Without breaking his dark unreadable gaze from mine, he licks my arousal clean.
My heart kicks into a wild new rhythm, slamming against my ribs as he tastes me. Feasts on me.
“Good princess,” he rasps. A hot, shameful blush floods my face, scorching my cheeks and spreading down my neck. Unable to endure this predatory eye contact, I turn my burning face toward the window.
“Why were you there? At the hotel?” I manage to force the question out through the blood pounding in my ears.
He just said he would never lie to me, so I cling desperately to that promise.
“I followed your scent.” He shrugs his broad shoulders, as casually as if he were a wild beast for whom tracking prey is nothing but a basic instinct.
I let out a quiet sob, trying to steady my ragged breathing, and catch a random glimpse in the side mirror.
A stranger stares back at me—a broken girl: wind-tangled hair, black mascara smeared by tears, lipstick rubbed away from her mouth.
Desire, without a doubt, is an absolute monster, but at least he’s brutally honest in his ruthlessness.
He followed me and doesn’t even try to hide it.
Unlike Zack—a pathetic coward, a liar, a calculating bastard who hid behind the mask of a savior.
Suddenly, something else catches my attention. There, in the open glove compartment just behind the edge of Prince Harming’s mask, something black gleams.
Out of the corner of his eye, Desire smirks with one corner of his mouth and gives a short, inviting nod toward the glove compartment—go ahead, look for yourself.
I stretch my trembling, unsteady hand and carefully push the white mask aside with my fingertips. From the shadows of the plastic compartment, the black muzzle of a gun stares back at me. My breath stops in my chest. Desire is a monster who wouldn’t hesitate to kill. And he chose me.