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“He must not have come back home until now. I don’t know,” she hesitates.
“Still too scared to leave, then,” Sam declares in a way that shows apparent disappointment. He had hopes for her to be strong. “I show you how to find your strength, and you make sure to bury it back down when that abusive husband of yours whistles for you to heel.”
“Fiancé,” she snarls in return.
“Abusive?” I cut off.
“It’s fine.” She waves a hand to dismiss me and the topic. “I need to go back home.”
“There’s something I still don’t get.” Sam doesn’t let it go. “How has Rose not killed him yet? She has many flaws, but she will always protect the ones she loves.”
It’s Rachel’s turn to be silent. But I’m not, because something clicks. Pieces of a puzzle I’m finally putting together.
“You lied to her,” I observe more to myself than anyone else. Then I talk louder. “Rose saw bruises on your body, and you told her they were from Sam and me. You lied to her to protect him.”
“Not to protect him,” she hisses at me. “To protecther, you idiot.”
Sam cackles a laugh. “You think your fancy Stoneview boy can hurt her? Think again. She’s had much worse than him.”
“I have no doubt Rose could truly hurt Conor if she found out. But I would never put her at risk that way. And even if she knew, she’d find him and then…what? Kill him? Get herself in trouble again? She’s had enough of that. No. She can’t know. Now I’m done with this stupid conversation. Drive me back home,” she demands like she has any authority over us.
“Nowyou stand up for yourself,” Sam fights back. “Pathetic.”
“Shut up!” she rages. “Shut your mouth!” She hits hard on the back of his seat with the heel of her hand.
I watch a smirk spread on Sam’s lips. Why does he enjoy bringing the fighter out of her?
“You think I care about your opinion?” she spits. “What, from the guy who ties up his boyfriend and forces him to fuck another girl? From the man who marks and bruises him? Do you think you’re any better than Conor?!”
Chilling silence follows, only punctuated by Rachel’s panting as she tries to catch her breath.
I pull down the sun visor in front of me and check my neck in the mirror. I had forgotten entirely the bruises from Sam choking me yesterday. I run my fingers against my skin, relishing in the mark.
Rachel doesn’t understand. Those bruises are wanted, requested. Hers never were. My stomach twists with pleasure, thinking of Sam’s strong hands around my neck, and a semi quickly swells in my boxers.
“You can act stupid all you want, I know you’re not,” Sam finally says once he’s taken the time to calm down from her insults. “Lik and I have an agreement. I don’t remember you agreeing to be beaten up. That’s the difference.”
“I—”
“You don’t know anything, but I’m willing to teach you.” His gaze locks with hers through the rearview mirror. “The difference, Rachel. I can teach you that.”
“I don’t need you to teach me anything,” she grunts back.
“Take my dick out, Malik.”
My heart drops, not even sure I heard the words right.
“Now?” I rasp, lust already flowing freely through my body.
“You heard me.”
“Don’t you dare,” she fumes from the back seat. Her phone vibrates again, yet another call.
“What are you going to do, Rachel? Call Conor for help?” Sam jeers.
I don’t even wait for him to finish his sentence to undo his jeans and take his big cock out. It’s already hard because dominating a situation is his biggest aphrodisiac. It’s heavy in my hand, thick in my fist.
I start stroking him and he tuts me, his eyes on the road, his face completely serious. “Mouth.”
