Hitched: A Dark Hitchhiker Romance (Ride or Die Romances)

Lex

The garage door buzzes and begins to rise. I start to back out, but the door to the house opens. There’s no way to avoid her gaze, and she looks more betrayed by the second. I was undecided about leaving her behind until the moment I realized she deserved more than me, so much more than I could ever give her. I knew what I had to do. I had to leave her, but I wasn’t fast enough. I don’t care about the cash or the bloodbath I left behind, but I don’t want to see her face. I can’t meet her feelings of betrayal.

She’s spent too long being betrayed, and I’m doing it to her again.

Selena deserves what Bryce had to offer her, minus him. Now that he’s gone, she can go back to normal, a feeling I can never give her.

I hate that I came inside her and left. She deserves so much more than that, but I knew my resolve would weaken if I tried to say goodbye. Now it’s too late, and the look of betrayal is even worse than I feared. It makes me feel things that I didn’t expect to feel.

She rushes down the steps. Her arms and face are scrubbed, but blood remains on her shirt. She has a change of clothes under one arm and a bag under the other. Her eyes narrow when she tries the door handle and finds it locked. I should have driven away. Put the pedal to the floor and left her. She places her hand against the window, and the broken desperation in her eyes forces me to lower it.

“You were leaving without me?” she asks.

“You can’t go, Selena. I can’t let you,” I tell her, as firmly as I can. I don’t want to, but I have to. I can’t bring her with me. “Tell the police he assaulted you. Self-defense. You have the bruises. Nothing will happen to you.” I’ve promised her safety, and she’ll be safer away from me.

“Really, Lex?” She raises her voice. The garage door is open to the idyllic neighborhood, and she’ll draw attention if she keeps this up.

“Lower your fucking voice, rabbit,” I snap.

Her lip trembles. “Fuck you! After everything we did! Everything we’ve been th—”

“For fuck’s sake.” I unlock the doors. She can’t keep yelling like this. “Get in the fucking car.”

She stares at me for a moment before dropping into the passenger seat of the SUV. She crouches on the floorboard as we drive away from her old life and into my new one. The new life I don’t want to make her a part of, but I have no choice now.

“Get off the fucking floor,” I say as I pull her up by her arm. She flinches. “Did he hurt you?” Only once she sits up and allows the sun to touch her skin do I see the bruises forming on her arm and cheek. I fight the urge to reach out and touch them.

I promised her I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her, and she ended up getting beat on and nearly fucked again by that piece of shit. It breaks something inside me. I hear the shattering sound in my chest.

“Bunny,” I whisper, “I’d have been there sooner, but your neighbor was putting groceries away and I had to wait for her to close her garage door.”

“It’s fine.”

I shake my head. “It’s not.”

“I’m more upset that you tried to leave me,” she says as she tugs off her shirt, exposing incredible tits that I can’t help but stare at as I try to drive.

She puts on a clean shirt and hands me something of Bryce’s to wear. I shake my head, but she keeps it held toward me. I grab it and have her hold the wheel as I change. It’s too small for me, and my muscles stretch the t-shirt, but it’ll work for now.

“You wouldn’t understand, Selena, and I’m not getting into it with you. I needed you to listen to me.”

“I want to go with you,” she whispers.

I raise my voice. “You think I didn’t want to take you with me? It’s not safe. It’s not something we can do together. You weren’t supposed to do anything but play the grieving fucking widow.” I swallow hard. “And go be fucking happy.”

“I want to be with you,” she says, a defiant pull in her voice.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

I steer to the side of the road and throw the car in park. I turn her face to mine. “I have never felt anything for anyone like I feel for you, and that’s why you can’t be with me. You need to be free and happy. It took everything in me to let you go. Being with me means prison for you, do you understand that? I carjacked you. I got your address off your ID. I took you back to your house to rob you, and I ended up killing your husband. My fingerprints are everywhere in the car and your house. They were on the kitchen knife.” I sigh. “If you don’t want to be a victim of domestic violence, be a victim of a botched robbery. I don’t care which, just be a goddamn victim, rabbit, please.”

As much as it breaks me, she needs to go. Being with me means she’s a willing participant in all of it. She’ll be as culpable as me. A girl like her wouldn’t survive in prison, and we both know that.

If she refuses to be a victim, I’ll have to kill her. I’ll have no fucking choice.

I wait for her answer, knowing if I’m backed into a corner, I’ll give her a humane death before I let her go into the system.

Her eyes narrow. “I stabbed him too.”

“I know you fucking did,” I say as I brush a hand through my hair.

“We need to get going if we want to make it to the border before he’s found.” She sits back with a stubborn huff and crosses her arms over her chest. “I don’t want to be a victim anymore, Lex.” She speaks with such finality, so I don’t say another word. I can understand that. At least she has someone to look out for her.

Even if that someone is me.

“Toss your shirt out the window,” I tell her, and she does. She seems so distant as she sits back and stares out the window. Maybe she realizes the gravity of what we’ve done. Together. What I tried to save her from.

We drive south, and I almost expect her to tell me to turn around and bring her back home. But that isn’t an option any longer. I’ve stayed long enough in the state I needed to leave the most. The state I left and then returned to.

For her.

I toss out my bloody shirt once we reach the northern tip of Pennsylvania, spreading our evidence across state lines. A stifling silence hangs between us. I don’t know what to say to her, and she sure as hell doesn’t know what to say to me. I look over, and she’s staring at me.

“What’s on your mind, rabbit?” I ask. I look at the rearview mirror, pull the rabbit’s foot from my pocket, and hang it up. Whether it’s lucky or not, it’s become an icon of our fucked-up little relationship.

Her eyes narrow. “What happened back there.”

“Elaborate.” I’m getting annoyed with her evasiveness when I know she wants to talk about it.

“You acted weird.” She swallows. “Like you wanted him to have sex with me.”

I shake my head. I didn’t intend for it to happen, I truly didn’t, but when I saw it happening, the sick part of me wanted him to keep going. I watched them at first because I thought I wanted it. I had thought about it enough times to at least learn how it made me feel when I actually saw it, but when I realized how much it broke her, I decided to break him instead.

“I thought I wanted to watch. It’s something I’ve fantasized about,” I say.

She chews the inside of her cheeks and drops her gaze.

“Turns out, I didn’t. I couldn’t.”

Her gaze shoots to me. “Why were you saying those things about him, then?”

I knew calling out her husband for being a pitiful lover would hurt his pride and crush him before I could even touch him. When he found out I knew how to touch his wife, how to make her feel good and make her come, I knew it would break him. Showing him the come stain on my jeans forced him to realize she’d been a willing participant. It was physical proof of our affair. I went too far with it, though. I disappeared into the shadow of who I was before I met Selena. I hid from the light she cast on me as she tried to draw me from the darkness. But then she stabbed him, dragging herself into the darkness with me. The moment she pushed that knife through him, I knew I’d caused that. I pushed her to be the woman who was on her knees, stabbing the man who hurt her. I transformed her into me, but I don’t want her to be me.

I wanted more for her, and that’s when I knew I had feelings for her. That’s why I tried to leave her. I don’t want her to be a predator. I need her to be Selena, the sweet little rabbit that slept with a wolf.

I grip the steering wheel. “You seem to selectively forget what I am. I’m a killer. I didn’t intend to just kill your husband. I wanted him to hurt, really fucking hurt, before I killed him.”

“I just don’t understand why you would tell him to keep going,” she whispers.

“Because that wasn’t me in there. That’s the person I was before you. I was thinking about inflicting pain instead of thinking about you.” I pull to the side of the road again and reach for her, ignoring her flinch of mistrust. I draw her into me. “He needed to know it would be the last time he’d be inside you. It was all mental warfare, and I’m sorry you were collateral damage in that war.” I press my forehead against hers. It’s such a battle inside me sometimes, and I have no way of explaining that to her. Not really. “The moment I realized how pissed off it made me, there’s no way I could let him fuck you, rabbit. Trust me on that.”

“Why’d you stop fucking me in the kitchen? Was it because of him?”

“God no.” I smirk at the thought of the moment she surpassed me in a way I never expected. She wanted me to fuck her in front of her dying husband. That turned me on more than ever before. Her vengeance was delicious, and I was happy to be a part of it. I gave her what she wanted, but I didn’t want it to end there. My balls ached to unload in her, and she felt incredible, but I wanted to fuck her in their marital bed. Even when I was ready to bust, I realized she was better off without me and that I had to push her away. I shouldn’t have let myself come then, but I couldn’t help it. That sick part of me wanted to leave her dripping with my come.

When I lean into her, I smell the soap she used to clean herself, a variation of the same flowery soap I used to wash away the blood. She’d have gotten rid of all traces of me before she changed her pants. I don’t care that she cleaned herself and changed her clothes, but she better not have any panties on. She knows how I feel about them.

When my hand slips down the front of her pants, she whimpers out a moan. There’s nothing between my hand and her pussy. Good girl. I growl before kissing her. I have plans for her. She’s along for the ride now, whether I like it or not, and I intend to claim her as my own—truly my own—until death parts us.

“Wait until it gets dark, bunny, because that pussy is mine.”

Towering maple trees surround both sides of us, as if the road has cut the woods in half. I pull the car onto the shoulder and park as deep as I can in the brush, trying to conceal the vehicle. Branches scrape the paint until we’re in our own little alcove of seclusion.

“Get in the backseat,” I say. She wastes no time climbing over the center console and melting into the bench seat’s buttery leather. There’s no way I’m climbing over shit, so I get out and open the back door.

The overhead light illuminates her, and her eyes are big and tempting. I climb into the roomy backseat, and the light flickers off when I close the door. Darkness surrounds us with a heavy blackness that reminds me of the first night I slept with her in the back of her other car.

“Last chance to back out,” I whisper as I lean over her. I can’t see more than her silhouette, but I bask in the heat of her beneath me. I’m giving her one more chance to change her mind before I make her pussy mine for good.

“I’m not backing out,” she says.

I undo my pants and lower the zipper. I run my hand along her neck and chest by mere memory. When I go to remove her pants, she lifts her hips to help me. I rest my cock against her pussy. She feels so warm and welcoming as she throbs beneath me. I lean down and kiss her.

She’s so wet. All it takes is pulling my hips back enough to push inside her. I groan as I go deep from the very first thrust, hitting the end of her. A melodic whimper breaks through the stagnant air.

“God, bunny, you have me by the balls, you know that?” I whisper before nipping her throat.

I’m destined for hell but her pussy is heaven, and I’ll be saved as long as I’m inside her. I’m washed of my sins as long as I bathe in her come.

Selena moans as I angle myself just right, rubbing her in all the ways I’ve learned she likes. I know what makes her moan and sends her body into waves of trembling pleasure. Her nails rake my back and her hips move beneath me, getting me too close too soon. The more I try to prolong it, lengthening and slowing my thrusts, the more her pussy squeezes me for more. I don’t know why I feel the need to come, and I sure as hell don’t want to do it so soon, but she creates a feeling of euphoria inside me.

She’s going to stay by my side—she’s choosing to stay by my side—and my mind is a hundred percent focused on her right now. I start to imagine an “us.” We became a team, after all, a pairing in blood that neither of us can wash away.

“I’m going to come,” I tell her. I can’t see it, but I know her face is painted with disappointment. As her hips buck into mine, I know she wants more. Shit, I want more, too, but my balls tighten and I’m going to come whether we want it or not. I kiss her as my thrusts slow, and the growl that comes from my throat vibrates the air. It feels so good to spill myself inside her. I don’t want it to end, and I won’t let it.

I sit back, my cock spent but still hard. “Come here, sweet bunny. I’m not done with you.”

Her silhouette crosses the backseat, and she straddles my lap with her bare thighs. I push myself back inside her, past the warm stickiness of my come. I wrap my arms around her and draw her into me. She nestles against my chest.

I begin to soften, losing my erection as I overstay my welcome inside her. I don’t care, though. It still feels so good to be within her tight, warm pussy. A warm drop of my come slips from inside her, running down my dick and landing on my pelvis. She leans back, and I take the opportunity to rub her clit. She twitches with pleasure, making the walls of her pussy clench around me.

“I’m going to stay inside you for as long as I can,” I tell her as I brush hair from her face. “Until I can fuck you again.”

I rub her clit with a side-to-side motion of my thumb, thrumming the hood until she trembles on my lap. Every twitch of her pussy draws blood straight to my dick. She awakens me with the warm heat of her body on my lap.

Selena drops her head to the crook of my neck, her chest rising heavily against mine as I work her toward the edge. The closer she gets to coming, the more she breathes life into my dick. Her incredible moans carry the blood through my veins and toward my cock.

“Come, sweet bunny. Come on my dick and make me hard again so I can fuck you through your orgasm,” I growl as she rides my lap, grinding against my fingers.

She moans my name in the throes of her orgasm. It’s worth all that I’ve done to hear that because it led me right to this moment, with Selena coming on my dick.

As her body tenses and tightens, the spasms awaken me until I’m hard again, filling her as I grow. I meet her with a thrust of my hips, and she screams out from the pleasure of riding out her orgasm with my cock stretching her once more.

“Good fucking girl,” I growl as I hold her hips and thrust harder. The wet sounds of our mingling come intensifies. It’s a sound I’ll always remember because it’s an audible rendition of how good she makes me feel every time I’m inside her.

My come drips down the length of my dick, smearing across my skin as I thrust into her. I reach between us, swiping two of my fingers through a pool of my come on my pelvis. I see her face, illuminated by the moonlight. Moans roll from her loose lips. I bring my fingers up to them and push my come into her mouth. Her lips close around my fingers, and the look she gives me brings me close to busting all over again.

I grab both sides of her face and kiss her, taking the taste of my come into my mouth. “Do you want me to fill you again?” I ask as I draw away from her.

She whimpers out her answer, her face nodding against my neck as she drops her mouth to my skin.

“Your husband never came inside you, and yet you’re on my lap, willing to let me fill you a second time.”

She moans against me, her body tensing at the mention of her husband. I lift her to put her on her back once more. I never pull out of her, not for a second. I want to stay buried inside her where I belong.

I reach between us and rub her clit, sticky with my come and her own wetness. Every time I push myself as far as I can inside her, more of the intertwined pleasure slips onto my dick. Her moans are the only other sound I focus on, the growing screams lengthening and becoming hoarse the harder and faster I fuck her. She covers her mouth to keep from crying out, and I lean over and tug her hand away from her face.

“I want to hear those sounds leaving your mouth.”

“God, Lex, you’re too deep,” she whispers, and I realize just how much of my cock I’m making her take. Every fucking inch. I’m deep enough that I feel her still swollen clit against my pelvis.

I draw back, giving her a fraction of relief. “Have you ever been spit on?” I ask.

“What?”

“Has your husband ever spit on your pussy?”

She shakes her head fast enough to make me certain she’s never had such a disrespectful thing done to her.

I reach over and push my thumb into her mouth, tugging her lower lip as I pull it out. I lean down and spit on her pussy, the warm wetness dripping down her clit and spreading around my cock. It isn’t a disrespectful gesture. Quite the contrary. I respect no one else the way I respect her. She lets out a soft moan that surprises us both.

“Oh, bunny, you liked that?”

Unwilling to face her own shame, she doesn’t answer me. I push my thumb back into her mouth and graze her lower lip before raising her chin.

“Open your mouth,” I say. My spit on her pussy isn’t enough, and I’m sure no one’s ever spit in her pretty mouth, either. She hesitates, and I stare at her full lips as I wait for her to do as she’s told. “Come on, sweet bunny, open up for me.” My voice is low and rich with pleasure.

I hit the overhead light because I want to see it all. She spreads her lips for me, and my cock twitches at the sight. Part of me wants to pull out and put her incredible mouth on my dick, make her taste us both, but I want to be inside her pussy more.

I smirk as I lean over her, my mouth watering with anticipation. Not often do you get to do such an act to a woman so above you. At this moment, it doesn’t matter how much more money and power she has. She’s below me.

I spit in her mouth. A startled yelp leaves her throat as it hits her tongue. I know she doesn’t want to like it, but it’s clear her body does as she clenches around me.

“You’ve taken all I’ve given you,” I groan as I thrust deeper. I’m getting close again, feeling the walls of her pussy tightening around me. The thought of filling her again, giving her another load that claims her as mine, shoves me closer to my edge.

Something about spilling my pleasure into her and keeping her on my dick until I could fuck and fill her again makes me forget about everything around us. It makes me forget about our crimes. I forget that we’re running from the law.

I come. A low and gravelly groan vibrates her mouth as I kiss her. I put my hand around the base of my dick as I draw away from her and sit up. When I’m most of the way out, my tip still twitches inside her. A trail of come washes along my dick. There’s so much come. She’s a fucking mess as I pull out of her. I gather as much as I can with the tips of my fingers and push it back inside her. I graze her clit as I draw my fingers away.

“You look so fucking sexy covered in my come,” I growl. She does. She’s spread open for me, coated in two loads, and she has my spit on her tongue.

We’re from two different worlds, but only a thick layer of our remnants separates us now. We’re in a place where pain and suffering can only be cured by pleasure.

A place where there are no rules or laws.

A place where wolves sleep with their prey.