Page 54 of Ride Hard
Sloane
That night,we stoppedagain.
The first thing I thought about was sex—because I still ached between the legs something shocking—but it didn’t add up. My body wanted one thing, and my head was warring over everythingelse.
I watched Chaser as he roamed around the room, checking the locks on the windows and looking in all the cupboards. He opened the bathroom door, turned on the light and scanned that,too.
“Are you hungry?” heasked.
I made aface.
“Sloane.”
“Why don’t we keep driving?” I asked, sitting on the end of the bed. “If we’re in that much trouble, wouldn’t it be easier to,you know… Go all theway.”
Chaser grunted, doing his best tall, dark, and silent treatmentimpersonation.
“Tell me the truth, Chaser,” I demanded, my heart raw from our deep and un-meaningful conversation in thecar.
“We’ve had enough truth talkingalready.”
I scowled, watching as he stood before me and glared back just as hard. Talking to this man was like flicking a light switch on and off. One second he was calm and caring, the next he was a raging asshole. What war was he fightinginside?
Either way, I’d had enough of the emotional whiplash that was ourrelationship.
“For once in your miserable fucking life,say what you feel,” I declared. “You’re such anasshole!”
Chaser snarled, and his hand shot out so fast I wasn’t able to dodge him. His fingers dug into my skin as he yanked me up off the bed and against his hardbody.
“You want to know what I feel?” he asked as I trembled. “I’ll tell you what fucks with me every time I see your Goddamned fucking face. I see your tits, your ass, and your pussy. I see your smart mouth begging for my cock. I want to fuck you so hard… I want to bury my cock in you so deep…” His fingers twisted in my hair and held my face closer to his. “What do I feel? I feel this uncontrollable rage when I look at you, Sloane. You drive me fuckinginsane.”
My heart pounded in my chest as his words washed over me. I should be afraid of him, I knew it was logical to want to run right now, but all I could feel was my throbbing pussy. It was begging for him.Pleading… He wouldn’t hurt me, but his desirewould.
“I’ve started something…” he murmured, his breath hot against my lips. “Something I don’t think I canstop.”
“I asked forit.”
“I shouldn’t have given it to you.” His gaze lowered, and his head tilted to the side as his body took over.Which angle would he take mefrom?
“Too fucking bad,” Iwhispered.
“You’re the worst kind ofdrug.”
“You’re the worst kind ofkidnapper.”
He stared at me, his iridescent eyessparkling.
I doubted everything about him. I was looking for flaws in his perfect exterior that would come out and break my heart when I wasn’t looking. I wanted to believe this was going to end well, but it wasn’t. That was theproblem.
At the end of this road was nothing. Nothing at all. Unless… No, there was no unless. There was only our fucked up sexual powerplay.
Call it stubborn pride, call it a death wish, call it whatever you wanted, but I wanted towin.
“You want to know what I feel when I look at you?” I asked, my lips brushing againsthis.
“I don’t need toknow.”
His mouth crashed into mine, his tongue diving right in and twisting with mine. His grasp tightened, his fingers twisting my hair and dragging against my scalp as he swallowed mymoans.
