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The masked driver steps on the gas and peels out of the parking lot. I know how screwed I am if I let these guys take me to a different location, so I kick and bite and fight as much as I can.
“Hurry the fuck up and get there,” the guy who’s holding me commands.
“I’m trying!” the driver yells.
I know that voice, too. What in the actual fuck?
What seems like only a few minutes later, the Escalade takes a sharp right, knocking the beefy guy and me off balance. The rear seats are flattened, so I’m thrown toward the side door, while he stumbles toward the back one. I don’t give a shit that the car is in motion, I reach for the door handle, but the child locks must be engaged because it doesn’t open.
“Fuck!”
The car takes another sharp turn down a bumpy road before coming to a grinding halt.
The big guy tackles me, smooshing my body against the carpeted floor. “Leave us!”
Driver guy hesitates. “What are you going to do, man?”
“What do you think I’m going to do?” Meathead squeezes the back of my neck. “I’m going to teach this bitch a lesson. Go back to your dorm, Taylor. And leave the keys.”
I knew it! The guy behind the wheel is Christian Taylor! Ainsley once told me he lives in a dorm room at Windsor. Is that where we are? If the driver is Christian, that means the one on top of me must be—
“Lucas, man, you said you were just going to scare her. That’s the only reason I agreed to help you.”
Lucas peels off his ski mask and tosses it to the side. I guess there’s no point in trying to conceal his identity now. “I said, get the fuck out.”
“All right, all right. Just... I don’t know. Just be careful, man.”
As soon as the door closes, Lucas’ meaty paws are flipping me over, so I’m on my back, and he’s sitting on my torso. Fuck, he weighs a ton. He quickly slams his hand back over my mouth and pinches my nostrils, just to prove he can steal my breath if he wants.
“You really fucked up by showing up at my house, bitch,” he growls. His face is mere inches away from mine, so I can smell the alcohol on his breath. “I was going to listen to Peyton and leave you alone, but you just had to push me. That boyfriend of yours just couldn’t leave well enough alone. Well, he might be untouchable, but guess what. You’re not.”
My scream is muffled against his palm as he shoves his free hand down my leggings, roughly grabbing my crotch. Tears trickle down my cheeks when he moves my panties aside and stabs me with two thick fingers.
“Fuuuuuck. Your pussy is even tighter than I imagined. A little dry, though. We’ll need to work on that before you take my dick. I’ve been dying to get a piece of you since that night at the lake. I can’t get the thought of your naked, helpless body out of my mind.” Lucas gives me an evil smile as he continues pumping his fingers in and out. “Oops, did I just admit that? I guess there’s no point in denying it now, considering you’ve probably figured it out already. In case there’s any doubt, Christian was the one with me that night, too, but he was too much of a pussy to take what he wanted. Lucky for you, I don’t have that problem.”
The windows are tinted so dark, only the faintest bit of light comes through the moonroof, but it’s enough to see how maniacal his expression is right now. The dude’s lost it, for sure, which does not bode well for me.
“Now, I want you to listen real carefully on what’s about to happen. Blink twice if you understand.”
I glare at him.
Lucas shrugs. “Eh, good enough. Now, in just a moment, I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth. When I do, I’m going to take my dick out, and you’re going to blow me until I’m ready to stick it in your cunt.”
Jesus Christ, this fucker is delusional.
“Then...”
I’m relieved when he removes his disgusting fingers from my body, but it’s short-lived when he sucks them into his mouth and moans.
“Damn. I don’t normally waste my time eating a bitch’s pussy, but I might make an exception for you. Maybe you do have some kind of voodoo snatch. Maybe fucking you will convince me to consider your debt paid after we’re done here. Provided you cooperate, that is.” He digs his fingernails into my jaw. “But don’t get any crazy ideas. If you bite me while my dick is in your mouth, I will knock your fucking teeth out. If you try screaming for help, I will choke you until you lose consciousness. And don’t think I have anything against fucking an unconscious girl. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.” He squeezes my nipple painfully over my shirt. “Are we clear?”
There’s no way in hell I’m just going to lie here quietly while he rapes me, but I think this psycho’s lost the plot just enough to believe me when I nod.
“Good girl.” He smiles as he removes his hand from my mouth.
I greedily gulp in as much air as possible with well over two hundred pounds of weight on top of me. I don’t move a muscle as Lucas unbuttons and unzips his jeans, pushing them over his hips. Of course, he’s going commando—better to rape someone, after all—so his dick springs free right away. I have to literally bite my tongue, telling my inner smartass that now is not the time to point out that the pencil dick struggle is real. Maybe I’ve just been blessed with the few I’ve seen before now, but not only is Lucas’ dick short, but it lacks girth. No wonder Peyton needs someone else to satisfy her. I highly doubt this guy can get the job done.
Totally oblivious to my inner monologue, Lucas strokes himself, groaning as he twists his hand over the head.
