Page 37 of Seductive Sadist


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I can’t make that mistake twice.

My pulse jumps, my fingers wrapping around the door handle as I quickly look up at the red traffic light.

It won’t stay that way for long. Open the door. Jump. Now.

A horn honks behind us, jarring me. I twist my neck just in time to see light beams shine into the back of the truck.

“Fuck,” the guy up front mutters, turning to peer out the back windshield. “Watch out!”

The driver swings the steering wheel to the left to avoid getting hit. But he’s too late. The piercing sound of metal crashing against metal fills my ears, the smell of burning rubber choking me for the second time tonight. I crash into the side of the door, my good arm smashing against the handle.

The truck spins, doing a one-eighty in the middle of the road. A scream erupts from my lips when I see the headlights coming straight for us again. I scramble to the other side of the back seat and cling to the bar on the side of the door, preparing for another hit.

Except this one never comes.

The car skids to a stop just before impact. I don’t think. I don’t breathe. Pushing open the back door, I dive to the ground, yelping as I fall onto my injured arm. For what feels like the longest minute of my life, I’m paralyzed by the worst kind of pain I’ve ever experienced. I have to push through it, dammit. The threats are too real, too close, and too fucking terrifying to stay still and let them ravage me.

I somehow find the strength to drag myself to my feet. Then I run until my chest erupts into flames and I can’t drag another breath into my lungs. My knees buckle, legs folding under me.

So many lies. So many more secrets.

Tears stream down my cheeks, my vision rippling as if I was staring into the surface of a lake during a rain shower.

I keep going, my body faltering with each step.

This is it, my chance at freedom. I can’t miss it again. I won’t.

This time, I don’t look back.

A powerful arm locks around my waist, nearly sweeping my legs out from under me. The air rushes from my lungs when my back smashes into the person who grabbed me.

I scream, fighting him with my three working limbs.

I won’t be his next victim. Fuck that!

A tattooed hand closes over my chin and squeezes my cheeks before drawing my ear close to his lips.

The familiar and smoldering scent of spice wafts into the air and I pull it in deep, letting it infuse me. My arm goes limp, feet rooted to the spot when his voice hums against my earlobe.

“There’s no escape, baby girl. You should know that by now. And now I’m gonna make sure you never forget it.”

Chapter16

Zak

Skyla’s soft hair brushes against my face, her body melting against me. For a split second, I let myself forget why we’re standing here on the off-ramp of the Florida Turnpike, why I had my brother crash his car into the assholes who tried to take her from me, and why I was so desperate to get her back.

I push all the anger and guilt down deep. My focus is only on her. Tiny mewls slip from her lips when my grip on her bare skin tightens. A light perfumed scent tempts me to drag her head backward and bury my nose in her sweet-smelling neck.

But reality jerks my cock.

I’m not her savior.

I can’t ever be.

Nik is already challenging my ability to follow through on the fucking brilliant plan that I wish I’d never come up with in the first place. If I give in to the emotions poisoning my brain, any sliver of respect he has for me will shrivel up like a dick in a cold pool.

Same goes for the rest of my brothers.

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