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Her breathing quickens, and she adjusts how she’s sitting to provide me further access into a pussy I know is probably sweeter than anything I deserve.

“Answer me,” I demand when my finger feathers along her panty line.

“Yes,” she moans.

“Let’s go then.” I draw my hand back from her pussy, stand, and hold that same hand out to her.

She clears her throat, straightening her dress, and takes my hand.

My jaw tics as I think about all the things I’d love to do to her.

But I won’t.

I won’t lay a hand on her, not in the way she wants at least.

Something Genesis will learn about me tonight is that I’m not to be trusted.

I walk her outside, back into the rain, and to my Escalade. Unlike when it was her car, she doesn’t fight me when I open my passenger door and push her inside.

“Seat belt,” I say, shutting her door before walking to my side. I open the back seat door, grab a bag, collect what I need from inside it, and hop into the driver’s seat.

As soon as I’m inside, I lock the door. She scoots away from me when she sees what’s in my hands.

“Don’t be scared,” I say calmly.

“Easy for you to say,” she replies. “You’re the one holding the serial killer accessories.”

“You’re right.” I play with the blindfold in my hand. “Yet you’re not running from me. Does that mean you’re into this kink?”

“No,” she snaps. “I’m just curious what this will lead to.”

“You ever heard that curiosity kills the cat?”

“I hope you’re not referring to me as the curious cat.”

I don’t say a word.

“Melissa would hate you.”

“Melissa isn’t here to hate me any longer.”

“She’ll hate you from heaven.”

“While I agree my sister is in heaven, you’re mistaken if you think I’ll see her there upon my death. A man with my sins falls straight down to hell.”

“The Lord forgives sins.”

“Yes, but how many sins does he allow before he stops?”

This might be the most I’ve talked to her in the years I’ve known her.

As she waits for my response, I tug the zip tie I grabbed from the bag from my pocket, snatch her wrists, and lock it around them.

“What the hell?” she shrieks.

“You have two options,” I tell her. “I can take you home, or we can go back to my place.”

“Will your place result in my murder?”