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‘You are going to regret it. We will get to the city and onto a plane if you have to walk until your feet bleed.’
‘You didn’t seem so keen on delivering me to Harold when you grinding your dick into me this morning.’ He scowled at me as I raised my voice to a higher pitch.
‘That was a mistake. One which I won’t repeat.’
Somewhere inside of my chest, a pain pricked me. Why should I care if he rejected me? I didn’t want Alec. I’d simply given into stress relief. Nothing had changed. He was still the scumbag sent to drag me home to the shit that awaited me.
‘Come on,’ he said gruffly, dragging me by the upper arm toward the motel. ‘We need to get our shit and get out of here before the authorities arrive to deal with the mess you made.’
‘Why? They could get us home faster. That’s what you want, right?’
His jaw tightened as he pulled me toward our door. ‘Yes. That’s what I want. But I don’t want to deal with any authorities.’
‘Why, got something to hide?’ I laughed then, a bit manically, with the chaos of the morning bleeding into me.
‘I’m a fucking criminal. Of course, I have something to hide.’
My side ached where I’d grazed it against the tarmac as he threw me onto the bed, still rumpled from our morning activities.
He started stuffing items into his bag, dumping my own belongings out, and adding it to his bag. With my cut straps, it would be difficult to carry. Then he grabbed me roughly and slit the bindings at my wrist, rubbing at them roughly before shoving a light jumper over my head. The long sleeves were made for his arms, not mine. He avoided my eyes as he did up my still-open jeans and then took out more cable ties from his bag, attaching one hand to each of the belt loops on my hips. The long sleeves covered up the ties, but my arms sat awkwardly attached to my hips.
Far off sirens sounded, and Alec’s eyes flicked to the window. ‘Time to go.’
‘I haven’t eaten or been to the bathroom.’
‘Tough shit. You should have thought of that before fucking everything up.’
Then he was manhandling me out of the door and down past the inferno of the car. Other people were gathering at their doors and windows, watching the fire rip through the vehicle. The heat warmed my left side as we hurried away from the hotel, hoping that no one would stop us. The last thing I needed was the police taking me in with no documents. Going to prison would be awful, being sent home would be worse. And with Dad’s strings, that’s exactly where I’d end up.
A bus sidled up to a stop a little way up the road, and Alec hastened us toward it. It was only going locally to a few towns over, but it would have to do. Alec handed over some of his dwindling supply of euros before pushing me past a few passengers toward the back of the bus.
I squeezed into a seat, sitting uncomfortably with the way my arms bent. Alec slid in next to me, blocking off the route to the aisle as he sandwiched me between him and the condensation-clad window.
Anger thrummed from his body, from his tight muscles and the white knuckles as he gripped his bag on his lap. From his ticking jaw to the way he stared straight ahead, utterly ignoring me.
Turning my head, I focused on the window as the bus trundled forward, taking us away from the scene of my crime. The condensation gathered as we moved, before dripping down in quick rivulets that cascaded to the seal of the window.
Escape was looking futile. Alec would not give up, and now I’d just made the journey a thousand times harder on myself.
For the first time in a while, doubt filled my head. Was I stupid for running? Was I just delaying the inevitable? Would I end up chained to the monster regardless of what I did? It looked that way.
Even an orgasm hadn’t softened Alec towards my plight. Fuck, it had been good, though. And we hadn’t even gone beyond horny teenager levels. What would it have been like to actually have him inside me?
A glance at his furious face made me sure I wouldn’t be finding out anytime soon. Nausea gripped my stomach at the thought of Harold being the next, maybe the last, person inside me. I knew my pleasure wouldn’t even be on his radar. If anything, he’d take pleasure from me hating every minute of sex with him. There would be no praise that sent flutters straight to my core, or words of encouragement as I came like a good girl. There would be no passion or desire, or looking after me afterward. Why couldn’t it have been a guy like Alec? A guy who was the criminal on the outside to fit in with my world, but underneath this hot, simmering sex fiend who, even when furious with me, wanted to make me have earth-shattering orgasms. Why wasn’t that in my future?
I’d always known I’d be a pawn in my dad’s games. I didn’t understand how much I’d be missing out on, though.
How much I’d want to be cherished.
How much my pleasure would mean to me.
Despite my family, I’d always be expendable to Harold. Useful to make a deal and to fuck, maybe even to add some more kids to his family, and then I’d just be another inconvenience. Another millstone to his plans. And when another offer came his way, he wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of me. Likely with a bullet to the head.
A tear slid silently down my cheek, mimicking the condensation on the window.
I left them to fall.
None of it mattered anymore.
