Page 8 of Dark Knight

"What are you doing?" Dylan asked, his tone clipped.

"Are you leaving me?"

"No, come get in the car. Ty, why don't you sit up front with Hud? I need to have a chat with our friend."

"You don't want me in the trunk?" Surprise sparked through me. Maybe these men weren't so bad after all.

Dylan looked annoyed. "Why the fuck would I put you in the trunk? Now, come on, get in the car. Don't make me ask a third time."

I hurried around the side that Dylan was standing on and dove through the open door, not wanting to anger the man who just rescued me, saving me from being forced to return to the Light Father. Ty and Hud moved to their respective doors and got in as well, while Dylan followed me into the car and shut the door behind himself.

He raised a partition between the back of the car and the front where, what I assumed were his two employees, were sitting. Not only was the partition tinted, but so were all the windows of the car. There was plenty of space for us to move around. I could have sat in multiple places and not been anywhere near him, yet I didn't want to be far from him. Right now, he was safe. How long that would last, I wasn't sure.

The power of the engine and the quiet hum of the air conditioning helped me feel even more relaxed. I ran my fingers over the leather seat before finding some stitches that I traced back and forth over and over again. The repetition helped calm my overstimulated mind.

"What's your name?" Dylan's voice was harsh as he undid his cufflinks and shrugged his jacket off. For the first time, I noticed that the shirt he wore underneath was splattered with blood. And yet, I still wasn’t scared. His tie was next to go as he watched me.

"Legally, it's Brittnay, but everybody I like calls me Evie."

"And do you want me to like you?" Dylan asked, cocking his head to one side.

"Yes." The word slipped from my lips before I could think about it too much. But I certainly didn't want this man who was now in possession of me to dislike me. Especially not a man who went to an event like that and came away splattered in blood.

His dark eyes studied mine before he looked away as he asked, "Do you know what they drugged you with, Evie?"

"Ecstasy."

His gaze snapped to mine. "I see. That explains a lot."

"Explains what?" I asked.

"Explains your repetitions, your hyper focus on specific things, the way you seemed to want to fuck me in that hallway. You kissed me like you wanted to fuck me. No man in their right mind would see you and not want to fuck you." His words made my body tighten with desire.

I shouldn't want this man. I shouldn't want anything right now other than my freedom, and yet all I could focus on was all of the sensations that had been pressed upon my body recently. Sampson's dick making me gag. Sean's hand grabbing me by the pussy and the way he fumbled at my breast...But then there was Dylan and his kiss that had lit a fire in my veins. Hands that grabbed my ass and my thighs, squeezing just the right amount as he pinned me to the wall.

"What are you thinking about right now?" Dylan's gravelly voice was closer than I expected, and I found that he had moved to sit next to me.

"You kissing me," I replied honestly, too tired to try to lie.

He chuckled darkly. "I'm happy to do so again if you would like. You just have to climb on top."

My body was in motion a second later. The suit jacket flared out around me as I straddled Dylan in the seat. I knew I was being reckless, but I didn't care. Not in that moment. I just needed to feel him. I needed him to touch me. To kiss me again. "Dylan, please." The words were a breath. Nothing more. Nothing less. But as soon as they left me, his hands wrapped around me, pulling me close as he devoured me. I don't know how long he kissed me.

It felt like he was eating me alive in some ways. Not just my mouth, but my jaw, my ears, my neck, every single inch that was exposed to him. He pushed the jacket off my shoulders. It felt like it had been so long since I experienced a welcome touch. "You're an eager little thing, aren't you?" Dylan's voice was filled with approval.

"Dylan, please. I need..."

"I know what you need. And if you get it, you're going to hate me for it tomorrow. But if you want, I can make you feel good. After all, it's not very often a man like me gets to please a pretty girl like you." His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wide before his fingers found my entrance. "Fuck. You're soaked," he breathed, sending shivers down my spine.

Goosebumps erupted all over my skin.

Without hesitation, he pushed a finger into me, withdrawing it almost immediately after and bringing it to his lips. He sucked it clean. "Tastes like sunshine."

His hands slipped around the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss once more, and I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. I wouldn't exactly say sunshine, but I didn't taste bad. His free hand traveled down my chest, skimming over one of my nipples and giving it a slight pinch, which made me gasp, before looping back around to my ass and diving into my entrance once more.

This time he didn't immediately withdraw, though. He fucked me with his fingers until I was writhing on top of his hand, riding it the same way I'd ride his cock.

"Lay on the seat," he commanded, his voice sounding even rougher than before.

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