Wretched (Never After Series)(35)

My insides go wild, anxiety eating through every tendon. A thing that scans for wires? How the fuck?

Liam’s jaw clenches, his arm trembling as he keeps his gun aimed at my head. I hold eye contact, even though everything in me wants to look over to Eveline. To see how fucking sexy she looks while she defends my honor in the face of a man she’s known for years.

My stomach rolls, knowing I don’t deserve it.

Finally, he drops the weapon and Eveline steps back, spinning toward her dad. A maniacal gleam enters her eyes, and my Eveline disappears in a second.

And just like that, I’m reminded that she isn’t on my side at all.





17





EVELINE





“Eveline.”

Brayden’s voice scrapes against my skin, and I speed up to try and outrun it. I’m almost to my car, and if I can just make it a couple more steps, I’m home free.

It’s the middle of the night, so no one else is here besides the boys in the basement, but I don’t want to hang around until they need me. I’m already at my limit for “peopling,” and I’m desperate for some solitude after the past few days of doing nothing except being around others.

“Wait up, Eveline,” Brayden says again.

Of course, he’s following me. When is he not following me? And what the hell was I thinking standing up for him that way? On top of that, I lied. Without a second thought, I said I’d been tailing him, which isn’t true. But it was either that or raise more questions about how I know, and I’ll never put Cody in their grubby, greedy hands.

I can’t say my morals are upstanding, but I am loyal to a fault if you deserve it. It’s just that most people don’t.

My fingers reach the driver’s side door of my car and I’m two seconds from making my escape when his hand grips my arm, spinning me around.

Great.

“What?” I hiss, shoving him in the chest.

He releases me, but he doesn’t retreat, choosing to stay in place and cage me in. “Just wanted to say thanks.”

I move my face to the side, needing to break away from the intensity of his stare. I’m not sure if it’s more potent tonight than normal or if it’s the aftereffects of being intimately acquainted with his dick, but either way, looking him in the eyes stirs up emotions I’d rather stay buried.

“Thank you not accepted. Can I go now?”

He presses in closer until his hips pin me entirely to the door. My stomach tenses, heat flaring between my legs.

“Did you really run a check on me?” he asks.

When he’s this close, it’s impossible to not smell the cinnamon and pine, and with every inhale, arousal digs its dirty claws into me further. It’s unwanted and does nothing except piss me off that I’m feeling it in the first place.

I lift a brow. “What do you think?”

His tongue swipes across his bottom lip. I track the movement, my pussy throbbing at the simple motion, remembering the way it felt when he was licking my clit.

“And you’re following me?” His brow lifts at this, like he doesn’t believe it.

“Can you really blame me?” I push my hands against his chest again.

He reaches up and grabs my wrists, pulling them so they’re locked in his grip and moves them until they’re pinned above my head. He leans in, skimming his nose up the side of my neck, making goose bumps spread down the length of my spine.

My eyes flutter closed.

“Now who’s the stalker?” he whispers.

“I hate you,” I rasp.

“Back at you, sweetheart. But clearly my dick doesn’t, because no matter how much of a bitch you are, or how many times I tell myself to stay the fuck away, this is always where I end up.”

He thrusts into me, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning at the feel of his thick cock pressing against me.

“Someone will see.” I twist my wrists in his hands, trying again to escape. The friction causes a burn to spread across my skin, and his hold tightens.

“And?” He assaults my neck, his tongue running along the expanse of my throat. My clit pulses, desperate for him to do it on my pussy instead of torturing me. “I bet you’d let me flip up your little skirt and pull down your panties right here, wouldn’t you?”

My legs tremble. “No.”

He licks my ear. “I could bend you over the hood of your car and slide my cock deep inside you, right where everyone could see.”

My head snaps back when he bites down just beneath my jaw, my skull cracking against the window.

“You’d be so ready for me, wouldn’t you, pretty girl? Your sweet pussy would suck me in and milk me dry, regardless of who might walk by.” One of his hands releases my wrists and moves to cup my throat, squeezing the smallest bit. “Would you still hate me then?” he continues. “When I’m filling up your needy little cunt with my cum, and you’re seeing stars from the pleasure?”

My breath hitches, my stomach somersaulting at his filthy words. At the images he creates in my head. It would feel so good having him pump inside me, making me clench around his dick while he groaned in my ear, not caring that we’re in the middle of a very public parking lot.

But regardless of what he does to me physically, it doesn’t mean I enjoy having him around. Or that it’s a good idea to indulge in what he offers.