I grab her hips, line myself up, and drive into her in one brutal thrust.
She cries out, her head tipping back as her hands fly out to grip the edge of the trunk. The sound she makes is half laugh, half sob, completely broken, and it hits me straight in the gut. I bury myself all the way in, bottoming out in one stroke. Her body stretches around me and clenches hard, tight enough to make my breath stutter.
I pull back and slam into her again. Each thrust knocks her spine into the metal with dull, hollow impacts. The trunk groans under her, echoing every hard movement. A thin, useless muffled scream punches up from beneath us.
She wraps her legs around my waist, heels locking behind me, dragging me in deeper. Her dress is shoved up around her hips, her tits bare and bouncing with every drive of my body. Her mouth falls open, lips red and wet from biting down too hard. Her breath comes in ragged pulls, every exhale breaking apart around my name.
Her voice cracks when she tries to speak, and the sound falls apart in her throat. Her thighs twitch around me, squeezing tight like she is trying to hold me there. She is already close again. Her body is shaking, worn thin and overstimulated, but it still clings to me like the only thing it knows is the way I fill her.
“You like that, baby,” my mouth brushes her ear, my voice low and rough against her skin. “You like being fucked like this, right on top of him. Huh?”
She doesn't answer with words. She bucks up hard instead, grinding herself down on me, her whole body shuddering as she chases the friction. Her nails dig into my shoulders. Her breath breaks apart against my neck.
The trunk thuds again beneath us.
“Let me out!” Elliot shouts, his voice hoarse now. “I’ll fucking gut you fuckers!”
I laugh softly against her throat and tighten my grip on her hips.
“I wouldn’t waste my breath if I were you, Ellie,” I call out, not even raising my voice. “You might run out of oxygen before I come.”
The trunk goes silent for half a second, then rattles harder, frantic and uneven.
The car creaks under the force of it. The suspension rocks. The metal thuds again beneath her, weaker this time.
I drive into her harder, faster, pushing her forward so her hands slam against the roof for balance. One hand comes up to her breast, squeezing and tugging it roughly, while my thumb rolls over her nipple until she gasps. My other hand locks on her hip, fingers digging in deep enough to bruise, keeping her exactly where I want her.
I fuck her like I mean to mark her from the inside, like I want her to feel me for days. Her head tips back. Her eyes flutter shut. Her moans break down into whimpers that turn into curses and my name, over and over, breathless and wrecked.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, her voice wrecked.
She shatters around me with a cry that tears straight out of her lungs. Her nails rake down my back. Her hips jerk forward uncontrollably. Her body locks around me, pulsing and spasming, dragging me deeper every time she clenches.
I hold her there and keep fucking her through it.
She gasps my name and rocks against me, meeting every thrust.
Her stomach flexes with each uneven breath. Her breathing breaks apart into short, uncontrolled sounds that spill out of her mouth. She is losing the ability to regulate anything except the way she moves against me.
I grab her thighs and haul her closer to the edge of the trunk, forcing her legs wider and opening her up. Her dress bunches at her waist, the fabric biting into her skin. She gasps when the angle changes, when I drive deeper, when her whole body jolts with every thrust like she can't escape the sensation even if she wants to. Her body reacts before her mind can catch up.
She doesn't need to think. She just needs to feel. She needs to be ruined on top of the same piece of shit who chained her up and tortured her, who thought he could touch her and walk away breathing.
No fucking chance.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, hard enough to bite, grounding herself by leaving marks.
“Set—Seth,” she moans, my name pulled apart by the way her breath keeps stuttering.
I lean down until my forehead presses to hers, my teeth clenched so tight my jaw aches.
I want to mark her badly enough that the bruises outlast the memory of his hands. I want every inch of her to remember it is me who takes her back. I want her to remember it is me who makes her come on top of him while he screams into the dark. I want her to remember it is me who makes her feel safe enough to fall apart like this, knowing I will tear his ribs open before I let him touch her again.
“Come for me again, baby,” I say as I thrust harder. “Let him hear how good you feel.”
Her body locks up around me. Her thighs quiver as they tighten. Her breath catches sharp and high in her chest as she comes. Her hands claw into my shoulders as she shakes. Her pussy clenches so hard around me that my vision blurs and I almost lose control right there.
I grit my teeth and pull out fast, grabbing the base of my cock before the pressure drags me under. It throbs hard in my fist, every muscle in my body screaming to finish.
