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A sigh brushes past my lips. My clit is throbbing, screaming for attention, yet I tease myself, ignoring it for the time being. Using two fingers, I split them apart in a V and run them along the outside of my inner lips.
Closing my eyes, I tip my head back, resting it on the seat. My fingers dip inside my cunt. The wetness allows them to slide in with ease and I set a slow pace to start while I picture the toys Ravenmaster has used on me in the past.
In truth, I don't know that his surprise has anything to do with the toys he's used before, but now that I'm thinking about them, I can't help but remember how much I enjoyed them.
It doesn't hurt that I woke up with them in me, and I didn't even know who Ravenmaster was back then. He's already used a plug and an egg. What's left? Some kind of dildo that he'll use to DP me again?
Oh, I hope it's some kind of clit sucker. Maybe it attaches somehow and I can wear it while he fucks me… Whatever new toys he might introduce to our sex lives, I know it’ll be orgasmic.
Sliding my fingers free, I bring them to my clit, rubbing it in the rhythm I love most. My breathing speeds up and my muscles tighten to the point where I know I’m getting close. I back off, wanting to save my first orgasm of the night for Cole, and open my eyes in time to see that fucking cunt Madaline appear.
Her overly cheerful face is enough to ensure I won’t be coming accidentally with the lazy circles I draw around my clit. It takes me a second to realize Cole is walking next to her.
I’m not ashamed to admit I picture killing him in about fifty different ways before I remember he said he’d be back with a surprise. It never once occurred to me he’d bring someone for me to kill. I quickly duck into the floor space behind the front seats. It’s tight, but a small price to pay.
“How long do you think we’ll have before she comes looking?” Madaline asks. It must be the excuse he gave to get her to come with him. I hope he was careful. Who knows what her friends will remember when she goes missing.
“Don’t worry about that,” Cole responds. There’s an edge to his voice that I can’t quite read without being able to see his face. I’d risk taking a peek, but their voices are so close that I don’t think I can do it without being caught. That wouldn’t be much fun.
“You’re not getting my door?” The words are said with a high pitched whine, and I’ve spent enough time with her type that I know she’s pouting her lip out a mile long.
“Don’t want to waste the time.” Cole’s response makes me crack a smile. She has no idea they’re talking about completely different things. He opens his door and our eyes meet. He doesn’t show any reactions on his face. But his eyes… they show a world of emotion. I know he’s letting me see his thoughts, because he’s a master at shielding them.
I know the smile I give back is manic, but how could it not be? We’ve been let off our leashes and found ourselves a fun distraction. The others can’t act surprised when we get back. In truth, they should blame themselves for letting the two of us out without supervision.
“Oh, someone’s randy,” the girl coos, climbing into the passenger seat. “I bet that bitch girlfriend of yours is horrible in bed. Or is it that she won’t put out at all?”
Hmm… Maybe I shouldn’t wait to kill her.
Cole ignores her statement, which is a good decision for his health. “I’m going to move the car, don’t want to be found now do we?” For the desperate girl, I’m sure she hears whatever inflection she wants in his voice, but in truth, it’s flat. He couldn’t sound more uninterested in her if he tried.
“Such a good idea. You’re so smart.” I’ve decided she must have spent her high school years as a cheerleader. There’s too much pep in every word that crosses her lips. Cole puts the SUV in gear and pulls onto the road. At the same time, she unbuckles her seatbelt and lunges for him. “I want to give you a blowjob while you drive.”
Her hands brush against his pants, and I reach for my knife. Fuck. I left it in my pants, which are on the other side of the back seat. At least they’re on the floor, I just need to reach across the space and drag them over. The hard part will be doing it without being seen.
Cole immediately pushes a hand against her chest, shoving her back into her seat. “No,” he growls. It’s way too sharp of a sound if he wants to keep up the ruse. To soften it, he adds, “I want you to warm yourself up for me.”
“Oh, you dirty man! You want me to play with my pussy for you? I’ll do that for you, daddy, but know I’ll have my tongue all over your cock when I’m done. I’ll suck you so good. Lick your balls until they’re dripping.”
This must be a test from the universe on my self control, because I’ve never wanted to snap faster than right now. None of my kills have tested my patience like this. My fingernails bite into my skin, drawing blood. I know one of my guys will make me pay for that, they won’t like knowing I bled. Especially not Vander. He’s reserved that as his personal right, one that he won’t share with anybody.
With a quick glance at me that Cole disguises as a lane change, I know everything he’s been saying has been things he’s said directly to me. He’s walking a fine line though. Instead of speaking again, he grunts.
I half heartedly trail my fingers along my inner thigh the best I can. It’s almost impossible with how I’m crammed into the tight space. And I’m more concerned about getting to my knife. Screw what Cole wants me to do.
Ever so carefully, I stretch my leg out until I’m able to grip my pants with my toes, and then I drag them to me. From the sounds of things, the chick is too distracted to notice my movements.
“I’m so wet for you,” she squeals.
I’ll definitely need to bust Cole’s eardrums for that. He doesn’t need to hear anyone else’s sex sounds unless they are mine.
The car screeches to a stop, rocking forward then back again viciously, making the soon-to-be-dead woman scream before she slams against the dashboard. Serves her right for taking off her seatbelt. Hopefully, it disorients her. It can only help us.
My pants are close enough now that I’m able to drag them onto my lap. My fingers shake as I reach into the pocket, making me miss on the first try. When I’m able to pinch my knife, I shakily tug it out and fist it in my hand. Taking a deep breath, I work to calm the adrenaline coursing through me.
I can’t fucking wait to kill this bitch.
With a huge smile on my face—one that I imagine looks unhinged—I bring it close to my chest and use both hands to slide the blade out, making sure it doesn’t make a sound.
