Page 17 of Outbreak

I’m impressed by her compliance, which means I need to watch her even more closely. She flipped her switch way too quickly. I just caught her trying to sneak off when she thought I was sleeping. I’d been awake a while before her, fighting with my dick to get the fuck under control. I wanted to see what she was going to do. And not to my surprise, she thought she could just sneak out like a shameful one-night stand.Not fucking happening.

She still doesn’t utter a single word to me when we get back to the truck. She stands as far away as her leash will allow as I pack up our supplies from the tailgate and secure them in the truck bed. It looks like I didn’t need to muzzle her after all, just piss her off.

Once we are all packed up, I walk her to her door and open it. I go to pick her up and put her inside like I’ve done every other time, but she twists out of my grasp and climbs her short ass up there herself, aggressively buckling herself in. She’s trying to put distance between us, and I just won’t have that.

“Easy there, little killer.” The new nickname sets a new blaze to her icy eyes as she glares at me. Chuckling at her attitude because it’s fucking adorable and somehow sexy, I unhook the leash and tuck it into the door pocket. When I don’t remove the collar, I see the question she refuses to voice.

“The collar stays,” I say, pulling the handcuffs out again.

“No, please. Not the cuffs. They hurt. I won’t try to escape. I promise.” She rubs her sore wrists as she pulls them away from me.

Looking at the red marks the cuffs left on her, I decide to give her a little break. “Fine. But if you break your promise again, you’ll find yourself in much less accommodating restrictions. Are we clear?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” she mumbles, taking a deep breath to swallow the pride I know it takes for her to utter the next words—the right ones. “Yes, sir.”

Though it's heavily dripping with sarcasm and disdain, I’ll let it slide. She’ll get there.

“That’s a good girl.”

“Oh, fuck off,” she spits, turning in her seat away from me and grabbing the open bag of gummy worms from the dash. I close her door with a chuckle, because of course she goes straight for the sour candy for breakfast.

We’reon the road for a couple of hours before she speaks again. To be fair, I’ve kept my playlist raging to stay awake. The couple hours of sleep didn’t help much, and the two energy drinks I chugged are just starting to kick in.

“Will you tell me where you’re taking us?”

“No.” My answer won’t change. She hasn’t earned that yet.

This is going to be a long enough drive as it is. She isn’t going to stop asking questions, that’s for fucking sure. I’ll tell her eventually. But I happen to enjoy pissing her off, so I’ll drag it out as long as I can.

“How about why you decided to kidnap me? I know it’s not for my sparkling personality.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

“Why are you still wearing a mask? I’m guessing that means you don’t plan to kill me. I think I read somewhere that if a kidnapper shows his face, you’re more likely to die, so you can’t identify them,” she rambles between bites of her fucking candy. She’s getting sugar dust everywhere and isn’t even trying to keep it in the damn bag. “So if you’re not going to kill me andclearlyyou’re not gonna fuck me, what are we doing? This is about the most boring kidnapping I’ve ever seen.”

At this point, I don’t even think she knows what the fuck is coming out of her mouth.

“You want me to fuck you, little killer?” I don’t take my eyes off the road as I reach over, unclipping her seatbelt and snatching her by the back of her hair, pulling her halfway over the console. “Just because I haven’t, doesn’t mean I won’t. Sosit back and shut up… before I give you something to stuff that pretty little mouth with.”

“All bark and no bite,” she says, her eyes swirling with excitement and challenge. “You’ve had plenty of chances to take what you so desperately want. Yet you haven’t. Makes me wonder if something is wrong with your dick. Does it work? Do you have a little problem?”

“Why don’t you find out?” I growl, pulling her further to me, her face hovering over my lap and still rock hard cock. “See for yourself just how little my prob?—”

I’m cut off when, out of nowhere, I hit something in the road. “Oh shit, hold on.” I shove her back in her seat as the truck swerves sideways for a second before I correct it, the tires screeching to a halt on the asphalt.

“Are you okay?” I ask, turning all of my attention on her. I don’t know what the fuck I hit, but I should know better than to let her distract me.

“I-I’m fine. What was that?” Her voice is distant and dazed.

“I don’t know, and no, you’re not. You’re bleeding.” Her head must have hit the window when I shoved her and swerved.

She reaches up to touch her hairline, hissing as she pulls her hand away to see blood-smeared fingers. “It-it’s not bad. I’m fine.”

“Let me see,” I demand, turning her face to inspect it myself. She’s right. It’s just a small cut going into her hair, but head wounds bleed like a stuck pig, so it looks worse than it is. Brushing her hair back, I let my hands linger there for a moment too long, searching her face. “You’re okay.”

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