Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Pump, pump, pump, he shoots and groans as I call his name and my own climax takes me into the burst of white light. He bucks forward, burying himself in the deepest part of me, grinding against me as I feel his cock jerk and empty, hot cream already seeping out as I pant and go limp beneath him.
Chapter Nine
Natalie
“Sir, I need to stop for gas.” The driver’s voice comes through the intercom.
To tell the truth, I’d almost forgotten we were in a vehicle at all, or that there was someone else only separated from us by a partition and a door.
Tor smiles at me, then reaches over and presses the button to reply. “Fine. Are we making good time?”
“Yes, Mr. Saman. I’m pulling over now.”
“You hear that?” he says to me. “We’re making good time. I told you I’d get you there, didn’t I?”
I narrow my eyes, but this time I can’t help smiling. Truth is, it’s perfect. This is the way to travel. “Don’t think I’ve forgiven you,” I say with mock seriousness.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Way more apologizing to do. But first, I’m going to head into the service station and grab you some Gatorade. You’re way dehydrated. Some chocolate too, because you look like you need it.”
“Oh, I see. So yesterday it was fine restaurants and buying me cocktails. Today it’s Gatorade from a gas station? Is this the trajectory our relationship is on?”
“So you admit we have a relationship?”
I punch his arm, laughing, but I don’t think I’ve been this happy in a while. Who cares if my job is on the rocks? So long as I have him, I feel like life can’t really throw me any curveballs I can’t handle.
The RV comes to a stop, and Tor pulls on his pants, slips into his shoes, not bothering with a shirt as he heads out of the door. And why would he bother with a shirt with a torso like that?
I watch him go, then sigh as I roll over on my back, staring at the roof of the vehicle.
And hear the door open again.
“Forget your wallet or somethi—”
I fall silent as I turn my head and see a stranger standing there. I tug the sheet around me, ready to scream, but my lungs suddenly feel empty. I see the silver flash of a knife, his face twisted in a mask of crazed fury.
“W—w—?” I want to ask him who he is, what’s going on here, what he’s going to do, but all I can do is watch as he heads my way, a grin sliding over his features as I notice the blood already dripping from his blade.
“This is perfect. I was going to burn this thing to the ground, but this? This is much better. That jackass’s whore lying right there like a gift from God.” He laughs. “A gift from God. Maybe that’s what this is, huh? He wants me to cut you up for what that bastard did to me. Marriage is sacred, after all. You know that? God didn’t want that fucker Saman to take my wife away from me. I thought he’d given me an opportunity when I stabbed him, but that wasn’t to be. The fire didn’t work either but thank you for this chance. But God works in mysterious ways, oh yes. He’s given me you in return. An eye for an eye…”
It’s almost like he’s not even speaking to me. Like he’s talking to the voices in his head.
“I’m going to cut you into so many pieces, your own mother won’t recog—”
I scream in surprise as he’s yanked backwards, tumbling out of the door. I don’t even realize what’s happening until I see Tor on him, grabbing his wrist and turning it so fast I hear the bone crack. The other man screams, dropping the knife, but Tor doesn’t stop.
“You? Fucking you?” Tor growls in disgust. “What, have you followed us all the way from Charleston? You crazy motherfucker!”
In a rage, he starts beating the man’s face again and again, and it’s then that I spot the driver. He’s bloodied, but on his feet, stumbling towards Tor. But as he reaches down to pull Tor away from the other man, I see what’s going to happen.
And finally find my voice.
“Tor!” I scream as his fist comes up, aiming for the driver. “Stop!”
And amazingly, he does just that.
“If you kill him, they’ll take you from me.” I finish choking on the truth of my statement and realizing how lost I would be.
It’s like a light is switched on inside his brain, and his eyes shoot my way. Then he spots the driver starting to stumble, and in an instant he’s on his feet, catching him. The staff from the service station pile through the door as well, asking what’s going on as Tor barks orders.