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“I’d rather choke on pine needles.”

His smirk could kill a girl. “You already sound like you’re choking.”

He’s barely touching me and I’m soaked. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a wet spot on his leg. My breath is wrecked. And my mind is static—white noise, heat, and him.

“Christ,” he mutters. “I’ll bet you’re soaked through your panties, and I haven’t even put my fingers inside you.”

I flinch like he just slapped me, but don’t move. I desperately want him to find out.

“You keep talking like you hate me,” he adds. How his voice is calm, cruel, and devastatingly soft at the same time, I'll neverknow. “But your pussy’s begging louder than your mouth ever could.”

I snap my head up, feeling the fire in my chest and shame in my throat, but he’s already walking back toward the car, tossing over his shoulder— “Get in the car, Ani.”

He says it like he doesn’t care if I do or not—which makes my blood boil. So I don’t move. I stay planted right where he left me, arms crossed, and my thighs trembling.

He doesn’t say a word, he just slams the car door and in three heartbeats, he’s in front of me again—closer this time.

“You want to play games?” he says, eyes darkening. “Fine.”

His hand shoots out, grabbing my hoodie again—and this time, he doesn’t stop short. He shoves me back—hard—into the side of the car with a thud that knocks the breath out of me. His body follows, pressing into mine, so I have nowhere to go.

And fuck—he’s hard.

That thick length grinds right against my core, and it’s enough to make my thighs clench and my brain stutter. Oh God, I want him so bad.

“You want to be a brat?” he murmurs, sounding like he’s seconds away from losing control. “Then don’t pretend you don’t want me to wreck you on this fucking hood.”

“I didn’t ask for anything,” I spit but my voice wobbles. Even I can hear how shaky it is. He drops his hand to my waist, and his fingers dig into my hips as he grinds against me and I moan.

I fucking moan.

He leans in, lips grazing my jaw. “No. You didn’t.”

His grip tightens, and he presses his cock harder against my cunt, and my body leans into him. “But your body’s been begging since the second I picked you up.”

I suck in a breath, and I can’t move. I honestly don’t want to, even if I could. He stays there for one long, pulsing beat. I’m unraveling by the second.

“Last chance,” he whispers. “Get in the car.”

He pulls back, and starts walking back to the car. “Or I bend you over it.”

Every nerve in my body is screaming. I’m wet, wild, and desperately wanting to be wrecked and he knows it.

So I do the only thing that makes sense in the chaos flooding my chest. I move, but not toward the car. I spin on my heel and storm straight into the woods. All I can hear are the branches snapping beneath my boots as cold air claws at my skin.

I don’t know where I’m going. I just know I can’t breathe next to him. I can’t think with his cock pressed against me and his voice in my ear, telling me what I should or shouldn’t do.

“Ani.”

I hear him yell, but I don’t care. I keep walking.

“Don’t you dare.”

I ignore him—because if I stop now, I’ll do something worse than run. I’ll let him wreck me right here in the dark. And I won’t even pretend to hate it.

So I go deeper into the trees while my heart pounds like a warning siren, each beat echoing in places I didn’t give it permission to reach. My legs are shaking. My chest is tight and my skin still burns from the way he touched me.

His voice slices through the dark like a fucking blade. I spin, but I can’t see him. Branches creak, and something shifts to my left. Where the hell is he? Where did he go?