Page 111 of Fatality

“No.” I lean back in my seat. “Find another way.”

Her eyes dart around the interior.

When she reaches for the controls, I slap her hand away without a word.

She glares at me.

Then she presses the window switch instead, the glass slides down. She unbuckles herself and immediately starts climbing out through the opening.

I hit my own window control and the window starts rolling back up.

She wriggles frantically, trying to force herself through before it closes.

“Stop!” she shouts, panic finally creeping into her voice. “You're going to cut me in half!”

She claws at the top of the window frame as the glass keeps rising.

It doesn't cut her in half, it just traps her.

Her upper body hangs outside the car while her hips and legs remain wedged inside.

She immediately reaches for the exterior door handle, yanking on it over and over.

Locked.

“Not leaving, little troublemaker?” I ask, shifting closer.

“You said I could go!” She twists again, trying to free herself. “You fucking liar! I'll have your head! Roll it down!”

“Now,” I grab her ankle and start twisting it. “Why would I do that? I like the view.”

I see her breaths and the panic rising.

I’m not going to break her ankle, I just want to hear her beg for it.

“I wonder why the hell you thought,” I chuckle darkly “It was a fucking good idea to trust me.”

“I’m going to rearrange your guts by kicking your balls so hard they’ll end up in your mouth!”

“That is a new way to kill very interesting” I shift and twist her ankle a little bit more, just to see her jiggle “I’m taking notes then.”

Her hips and ass are right in front of my face, twisting and moving as she panics.

Fuck. The sight alone makes my mouth go dry.

No.

But my body moves before my mind can think twice, I shift closer and reach for the back of her thigh, my fingers brushing the fabric enough for her to feel it.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

“I'm exploring enemy territory.”

My fingers drift higher, lingering near the curve of her ass.

She takes a sharp breath, probably from shock, outrage, and surely from fear.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Evren.”