Page 25 of Monster's Edge

I fish my cell from my back jeans pocket and give that to him, too. He stares at it for a moment before handing it back.

“Unlock it.”

I do what he says. Disobeying him doesn’t even cross my mind because I don’t want to. I’m drawn to Ian even though I know he’s got to be a fucking psycho. There’s just a part of me that’s hoping he’s going to tie me up, fuck me, and make me come. I know perfectly well that whatever happens between us today isn’t going to be like that. He’s probably going to hurt me or ask me questions about my dad again.

Both of those are things I don’t really want, but I’ll do if...

Well, if I get whatIwant.

Me and Ian...maybe we aren’t so different.

Maybe we aren’t so different at all.

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He turns off my phoneand shoves it into his pocket. I don’t ask for it back. He’ll either give it back in the future or he won’t. Somehow, I’m not even worried about being out of my dad’s sight for a few hours – or a few days, even. I know that whatever happens next, Ian is going to handle. He’s definitely got a plan. He always seems to have a plan.

Since when did I start trusting him so much? It’s kind of fucked up, isn’t it? Me trusting Ian feels like an oxymoron. Here I am, though: trusting him. Listening to him. Shit, I’m fuckingobeyinghim like a little girl listening to her schoolteacher.

He walks beside me, guiding me to a dark sedan. Anyone watching us will think that we’re walking side-by-side because we’re equals, but we aren’t equals. One person is in charge of this relationship, and it’s him. He holds all of the cards. He pulls all of the strings.

Besides, I don’t even know if this is arelationship. It feels wrong to use that word to talk about something so dirty...so nasty.

A moment later we’re in the backseat of the car. I can’t see the driver because there’s a divider up. I don’t know if it’s soundproofed. Can the driver hear us? Maybe. As soon as the door is closed, the vehicle is moving. Apparently, the guy – or girl – up front knows where we’re going.

I sit quietly with my hands in my lap, quietly twisting them. Ian makes me nervous. My stomach hurts as I try not to look over at him. He’s wearing a suit, of course. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen himnotin a suit.

Well, except for when his dick was inside of me, and his mouth was on my tits.

Aside from that, though...

No.

It feels like an eternity before he speaks.

“It’s good to see you.”

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