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She was trembling in my passenger seat, her fingers linked so tightly together in her lap that her knuckles were white. We rode in silence. I didn’t even have the radio turned on. I wanted to hear every quick, panicked breath she took. I wanted her to drown in her fear and her thoughts.
Because she had no idea just how terrifying tonight was going to be for her.
Thankfully, Halloween was near, which meant there were corn mazes, a place where she could easily get lost as she ran through by herself. And the one I was taking her to was closed, but I’d used my last name to get access to it for a “private” date.
It was time for me to start ruining her. By the time I was done with her, there’d be nothing left for anyone to save. I was hard justthinkingof ruining her.
I pulled onto the gravel lot and eventually parked near the entrance of the maze before turning the car off. Lillian audibly gulped before slowly turning her eyes to me. Fear shone in those large, blue depths. “Amadeus, please,” she begged, her voice trembling.
Biting back a smirk, I rolled down the window. Lighting a cigarette, I hummed. “Please what, little blondie? I don’t know what you want,” I teased, watching her fidget in the passenger seat.
Her eyes flickered to the corn maze before focusing back on me. Her heart was racing, making the top of her dress flutter. The pulse at the base of her neck was going so fast, she could’ve powered a small engine. Her lips trembled, tears washing in her pretty eyes. “I’m terrified of corn fields,” she choked out.
I grinned. Man, could I get any fucking luckier? This was turning out even better than I had imagined it would.
I shrugged and pushed open my door. “Don’t care. We’re doing the maze.”
She shook her head, about to say something, but I didn’t care to hear her protests. I just got out and slammed my door shut. Then, I stood at the hood of the car, watching her through the windshield. She was panicking now, her brain whirring as she tried to figure out an escape route. I waited, watching as the fear and the horror of her situation finally dawned on her.
She sobbed, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. She knew there was no escaping this. There was no escapingme. Her father had thrown her straight to the biggest wolf of them all. I couldn’t wait to see her fall, to break, to crumble.
To fuckingbegme for the most sinful things in the world.
She’d been dealt a shit hand in life; I’d give her that. Her father was a goddamn work of art that needed to be knocked down a few pegs.
But if she thought he was the biggest monster in this world, she would be corrected tonight.
I slammed my hand on the hood of the car, getting impatient. She squealed and jumped in her seat, her wide eyes locking on me. I arched an eyebrow at her—a silent command to get the fuck out of my car.
She slowly pushed the door open. “It’s getting dark,” she whispered.
“Don’t give a fuck. Get out.”
She slowly nodded her head and slipped out of the car before gently shutting the door behind her. I ran my eyes over her before sighing. Couldn’t let her get her dress and sweater ruined. Our entire “date” would be over before it ever really began, and I’d never get her the hell out of my system then.
I walked to the trunk of the car, and using my key, I opened it before grabbing out a book bag. Thankfully, I’d been smart enough to think ahead. Somehow, I just knew her father would never let her wear normal, everyday clothes. Her size had been easy enough to guess at, so the clothes I’d picked up for her should fit.
“Change,” I commanded, tossing the bag to her.
She barely caught it, stumbling when she did. She glanced down at the bag before looking up at me in horror. “Here?” she squeaked.
So damn innocent.
I couldn’t wait to ruin her and drive every bit of that innocence from her sweet, curvy little body.
I waved my arms around. “You see anywhere else to change, little blondie? Fucking put those clothes on.”
I stalked past her, not interested in seeing her naked—yet. If I saw her naked now, my whole plan would go to shit. I was already rock fucking hard at the thought of getting her in this maze. Her fear had only made me crave her more.
I lit another cigarette while I waited for her to change, and finally, after what felt like goddamn forever, she softly called out my name. Chills ran down my spine. She’d said it so innocently, fear coating her words, making her voice shake, butfuuuuck. My dick jerked in my jeans at the sound.
And I promised myself that one day, I’d have her screaming it.
I turned to face her, letting my eyes slowly trail over her body. She was in a pair of black leggings that showcased those thick thighs and that plump ass. And fuck, those curvy hips. On top of that, she was wearing one of my plain, black, long-sleeve shirts, and she was wearing Solomon’s old boots he’d outgrown and I’d found stored away in the garage.
Fuck. I never wanted to see her in another dress unless it was dark because seeing her in dark clothes…Fuck.
And if they were mine…double fuck.
