Page 114 of Fatality

I fucking froze when Evren hit the gas pedal, it reminded me of Kyle.

I couldn’t speak, scream, or do anything, and now I’m in this position, and he’s playing with me and I can’t do shit to make him stop.

Then I feel the cold air against the skin of my ass, cutting through my thoughts.

No.

He wouldn’t dare.

That fucking psychopath would dare.

I scream his name, warning him.

I try to slide farther through the window.

For fuck’s sake I’m stuck.

I feel his fingers wandering along my thighs, making my skin crawl.

Then I feel something warmer.

I freeze for half a second before realizing it’s his fucking mouth, way too close to my pussy.

I threaten him, screaming.

But his answer makes me stop like a fucking deer in headlights.

“You smell divine. Like fucking sin.”

He says, low, warm against my skin that makes a knot low in my stomach.

I shouldn’t.

I can’t feel that.

There’s no fucking way that bastard—the one I hate more than my own life—is making me feel like this.

This isn’t normal for a mind and a body to not agree.

Then his fingers touch me, and I yelp.

Fuck.

I pant heavily, my face flushing like a goddamn tomato.

With each movement, I can feel my body threatening to give in.

It shouldn’t react like this.

He just made me relive my trauma, and instead of rejecting him, my body is betraying my own mind.

“S-Stop...” I whisper, just loud enough for him to hear it. My body is shaking like a leaf.

“You really want that?” He bite the back of my thigh, too high and too close to my pussy.

A sharp breath escape my lips.

I bite down on my lip, trying to contain a yelp.