Page 10 of Sinners’ Appetite

“I can’t believe you’re thinking about sleeping with your ex’s brother!” Sammi hollers out as she sticks her head into the fridge to grab something.

“I’m single now, I can fuck whoever I want.”

“Still—he’s gonna lose his shit if you do and he finds out.”

“Let him. He’s fucking nuts anyway. I clearly picked the wrong brother.”

Sammi just shakes her head, placing a cantaloupe on the counter and reaching for a knife. “Justin is… strange though.”

“He is not. He’s just quiet,” I half-laugh.

“Nope. I don’t like him,” she attests. “There’s just something about him…”

“Well, you don’t have to like him.”

“As your best friend—” she starts to say before I cut her off.

“As my best friend, you should keep your mouth shut and let me make my own decisions about who’s cock I’m gonna hop on.”

“Watch the attitude or I’ll cancel our movie nights, babe,” she smirks.

“You wouldn’t.” I laugh, watching her aggressively cut into the cantaloupe.

“You clearly don’t know me.”

“Anyway, I have to go get ready,” I announce as I stand up to leave.

“You better be careful. Like I said, I don’t care for him. He’s quiet for a reason. The quiet ones are usually serial killers or something,” she warns, glancing up at me with a profound look in her eyes.

I chuckle and roll my eyes. “I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

“Sure you can,” she says, stabbing into another part of the fruit.

“Love ya!” I smile as I head to the front door to leave.

“I’ll keep my phone close by, in case you need me to come get you.”

Without responding, I slip my shoes on and head out the door.

I finish straightening my hair and glance at the time on my phone. Eight-twenty-eight. He’ll be here in a couple of minutes.

Now that I’ve had time to stew on what Sammi said, I can’t help but wonder if she’s right. He is unusually quiet. Not around me, but around other people. I noticed it several times when he would tag alongside my ex and I to places. It never really bothered me—until now.

As the thoughts start to circle around me, I hear my doorbell ring. I sit for a few moments, attempting to settle my discomfort. When I finally make it to the front door and open it, he’s standing there with a huge bouquet of black and red roses. My absolute favorite.

“These are for you,” he says, handing them to me.

“They’re stunning!” I excitedly squeal. “Come in, I’ll find a vase for them.”

Once I finally find the only vase I own, I fill it with water and carefully place the flowers inside, not bothering to cut them just yet.

“Should we get going now?” I ask, making my way to the door, slipping my shoes on quickly as I grab my keys and wallet from the entryway table.

We both head out and hop into his car, taking off toward the restaurant we have reservations at for our first “date”.

As soon as we get there, he parks the car and gestures for me to stay seated while he walks around the car to my door, opening it for me.

“You’re such a gentleman.” I smile as I get out, and he returns it.

“I try.”

Luckily, the restaurant isn’t overly busy, so we manage to snag a somewhat private spot toward the back of the establishment. Once we’re seated, the waitress walks over to hand us each a menu. Without even looking, Justin recites what he wants to order then hands the menu back to the waitress.

Does he come here often?

I scan over the menu and after a few seconds, I find something that I know I’ll like. “I’ll have the chicken caesar salad, please,” I say.

“That’s it?” Justin asks in a seemingly annoyed tone.

“Yes. I don’t have a very big appetite,” I explain.

He’s being so weird.

He then looks to the waitress with a wide smirk. “Throw a steak on the plate too. She needs to eat something of substance.”

What the actual fuck? I think I’m done here.

“I’m fine, really. There’s chicken in the salad already,” I

His eyes darken as he narrows them at me. “You need to eat more.”

My stomach starts to turn as he continues to glare at me. The waitress shoots me a caring glance and asks us what we want to drink with our meals.

“I’ll take a water., I say, hoping Justin will just keep his mouth shut about my choice of beverage.

Of course—he doesn’t.

“We’ll both have a long island iced tea.”

I shake my head. “I’ll have water.”

The waitress stands there for a moment, confused. “Water and a long island iced tea?” she quietly repeats.

Justin groans, motioning for her to walk away. “Are you always this stubborn?” he asks me, narrowing his eyes.

Frustrated, I reach into my bag for my phone. “I’m not trying to be stubborn, Justin. I ordered what I wanted.”

“I was trying to be nice.”

I ignore his comment and unlock my phone, preparing to send an SOS text to Sammi. I don’t recall him ever being this freaking rude.

“I said—I was trying to be nice,” he repeats.

“Is that what it was?” I question.

“I’m sorry… you make me nervous.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense, Justin. You know me already.”

He lets out a heavy sigh. “I know. I guess—I’ve just wanted to be with you for so long…”

“Maybe this was a bad idea after-all,” I suggest.

We sit in awkward silence as we wait for our food to arrive. Once it does, the waitress looks to me with sympathetic eyes. “Let me know if there’s anything else you need,” she says.

“Thank you,” I reply, nodding my head to indicate that I’m okay.

“What was that?” Justin asks.

“What?”

“The look she gave you.”

I smirk. “That’s women looking out for each other…”

“I think I should just take you home after we’re done here,” he suggests, in a disappointed tone.

I don’t bother to respond, nodding my head in agreement instead.

Once we finally finish our meals, the waitress brings the check to us and Justin pays it right away as I stand to head toward the door. I make my way over to his car once I’m outside and stand there waiting for him to unlock the door. When he finally comes out, he looks angry.

“Get in,” he demands as he clicks the button on his key fob.

I hop in, avoiding eye contact with him entirely as he starts the engine and begins to pull away from the restaurant. When we get to my street, instead of turning left, he keeps driving.

“You missed the turn,” I say, panic already starting to set in before I look over at him.

It’s like he didn’t even hear me.

“Justin, you missed my fucking turn!” I exclaim.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” he says, staring straight at the road ahead of us as he speeds up, running through a set of red lights.

“What the fuck? Stop the fucking car and let me out!” I holler out, resisting the urge to reach over and turn the wheel toward the curb.

“No can do, princess. You owe me an apology for being so inconsiderate.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Let me out, now!”

He keeps driving, his speed increasing as he merges onto the highway. I quickly reach into my bag to grab my phone but he notices and slams on the brakes so hard that I hit my head on the dash.

“Keep your hands where I can fucking see them, Nikki,” he warns.

I have nothing with me to defend myself against him. He’s much larger than I am and if he really wanted to hurt me, he could easily do so.

“Please, Justin. Just bring me home,” I plead.

“Oh—but the night has just begun,” he smirks, reaching across the console to place his hand on my leg.

I try to swat his hand away, but it’s no use. He grips even harder, causing me to shriek loudly, which pisses him off even more.

“I think you forgot to thank me for dinner,” he says, his fingertips digging into my skin.

Before I can say another word, he puts his blinker on and pulls off onto a side road.

Fuck. I should have trusted Sammi’s instincts.

Wait—I have keys in my bag.

The only way out of this is to play along. Make him think I changed my mind.

“Can I tell you something?” I ask.

“Anything, princess., he grins.

“You make me nervous too. I’ve always had a crush on you, even when I was with your brother,” I lie. I mean, I always thought he was kinda hot, but now, he just disgusts me.

“Really? That’s relieving,” he replies.

“Why don’t we just pull over and talk?” I suggest.

He shoots me a glare and nods his head. “Good idea.”

A rush of relief washes over me as he pulls into the driveway of an abandoned farm yard. Just then, he reaches over and grabs hold of my hair, pulling my head toward his lap as he unbuttons his pants and pulls his cock out.

“No! Stop!” I beg. The more I resist, the harder he grips my hair.

“My brother always bragged about that filthy mouth of yours,” he growls.

Before I can do anything to stop him, he slams my head into the steering wheel and my mouth drops open to scream out, but he shoves me down onto his cock, thrusting to the back of my throat.

I start to choke, unable to close my jaw to bite down into him. When he lifts my head finally, I gasp for air, digging my fingers into his upper leg in an attempt to get him to stop.

“Look at me, Nikki,” he demands, pulling my head back.

I close my eyes and he slams my head into the steering wheel again. “I said, look at me!” he rages.

I finally open my eyes, barely able to see a thing. I’m so lightheaded that I can’t even feel the pain anymore. Just when I feel like I’m about to pass out, he reaches up and slaps me across the face. I open my mouth to holler out, but not a single sound comes out.

He chuckles, taking the opportunity to spit down into my open mouth. I gag when it hits my tongue. “Fuck yeah, keep that mouth wide open for me, princess,” he moans.

“Please—” I barely manage to say.

“You sound so pretty when you beg for it,” he says, pushing me back down toward his cock.

As soon as his cock pushes past my lips, I bite down as hard as I can, causing him to scream and pull me back up by my hair. I reach for the keys in the ignition, stabbing it into his leg as I lean back into the passenger’s seat and open the door.

I grab my bag and take off running into the darkness, not caring which direction I’m running in. I finally stumble into a section of thick trees and find one to hide behind, hoping that he was unable to run after me.

I place my hand over my mouth to quiet myself as I reach into my bag to fetch my phone. I need to call Sammi.

Suddenly, I hear the engine of the car roar to life. Only, instead of driving into my direction, he pulls back onto the road and drives away. When I can’t see the tail-lights anymore, I unlock my phone and dial Sammi’s number.

Thankfully, she answers after just the second ring. “Hello?”

“Sammi…I need you to come get me!” I exclaim.

“What the fuck did he do? Where are you?” she asks in a panic.

“I’ll drop you a pin. I’m behind a fucking tree—in the woods. He’s fucking insane, Sammi!”

“Drop the pin, Jeremy and I will be there as soon as we can.”

I end the call and scroll to my maps, sharing my location with her and turning my screen off just in case Justin decides to turn back around to find me.

Not even ten minutes later, I hear a car approaching the road, stopping right about where Justin had parked.

“Nikki!” I hear Sammi holler out, so I come out from behind the tree and take off running toward where I can see her silhouette.

As soon as I get to her, I grab hold of her, hugging her so tight that she winces.

“Babe, what the fuck happened?” she asks, opening the car door for me to get into the backseat. She then hops in beside me, wrapping her arms around me as I sob.

“He—” I can barely take a breath, let alone speak.

“Shhh, take a breath, Nikki. You can tell me when you’re ready,” she says. “Jeremy, drive to the hospital.”

“No!” I holler out, lifting my head to look at Jeremy through the rear-view mirror. “No hospital. They’ll call the police.”

“And?” Sammi asks. “Whatever he did has to be reported at the very least.”

“I’m fine. Just shaken up—that’s all.”

Jeremy turns around to look at me with a disgruntled look on his face. “Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes, I’m sure. Just take me home, please,” I reply, resting my head against Sammi’s chest again.

If only I had listened to her earlier. None of this would have happened.

And now—Justin is still out there, probably plotting his revenge.