Rock Bottom - Lilley R. K. (книги серии онлайн .txt) 📗

He didn’t answer, in fact he barely looked at me again as he set my large wedding picture into my lap and shut the door.  I hadn’t even realized that he was carrying it.

I hugged it to my chest and closed my eyes.

The car began to drive, and I struggled to stay awake, as I felt a cold touch on my leg.  I couldn’t tell what it was at first, but I knew that it was wrong.

With effort, I opened my eyes.

Dean’s cold hand was on my thigh.

“What are you doing?” I whispered hoarsely, trying to shift away.

His hand lifted, going back to the steering wheel.  “Shh, go back to sleep.  You’re fine.  I’ll have you home in no time.”  His tone was still soothing.

It was only then that I realized this nice version of Dean was far scarier than the unfiltered prick I was used to, but I was just so drowsy, and my eyes drifted closed again.

I had a thought that made me fight to stay awake, and I opened my eyes again.  “You shouldn’t be driving,” I pointed out.  “You’re drunk.”

He laughed.  “And high as a kite.  We’ve been chasing speedballs with shots of vodka, in honor of our dearly departed Jared.  But don’t you worry about it.  I drive better drunk, so you’re in good hands.  Now go back to sleep.”

I wanted to argue with him, because of course everything he said was asinine, but the effort it took to open my mouth and speak was just too much for me, and I couldn’t get the words out.

His icy fingers moved to grip my leg again, this time higher, and I protested as loudly as I could.  He shoved his hand higher, briefly fingering the edge of my panties, before he pulled away again.

“I know well what’s under there.  You don’t even want to imagine how many times I’ve seen you and Tristan together.  I love your tight little body.  You’re just my favorite kind of girl.  I like them tiny and curvy, with snug little pussies.  I won’t be the fit you’re used to.  Tristan is a beast.  So don’t worry, you’ll probably barely notice a thing in the morning.  And I heard you say you’re pregnant, so you don’t have to worry about that either.

“You’re sick,” I told him.  “I wouldn’t let you touch me if you were the last man on the planet.”  I was happy that I’d gotten such a long sentence out.  I was so lethargic, that little spark had felt like an accomplishment.

He gripped my thigh again.  I glared at his sideways smile.

“I really wish you’d finished the glass.  I like you better when you’re not talking.”

“What are you thinking?  Tristan is going to kill you, literally kill you, for this.”

“Maybe if he knew.  Are you gonna tell him?  You realize he’ll be disgusted if he finds out.  He may kill me, but he’ll also never touch you again.”

“I don’t care.  I don’t care.  I’ll tell him so he’ll kill you.  I’ll tell everyone.  You won’t get away with this.”

“That’s if you remember.  I have a feeling that your memory is going to be a bit fuzzy tomorrow, but feel free to speak up tomorrow, if I’m wrong.”  As he spoke, he inched his hand higher, and higher, rubbing and kneading at the skin of my inner thigh.

I kept telling him to stop, but he didn’t listen, shoving his fingers inside my panties, touching where he had no right.

I hadn’t remembered the frame of my photo being so heavy, but it was now, so heavy that I could only manage to pitch it forward, so that it covered my lap, the top edge digging into my abdomen, but at least it blocked my thighs from his roving hand.

He didn’t seem to mind, his hand then going to the open neckline of my dress, and roaming freely over my chest.

“Stop touching me,” I told him, sounding more drowsy than angry, even though inside I was so angry that I was surprised that my rage alone wasn’t enough to give me some strength.

“Hmm, I don’t think I will.  How about you go back to sleep?  As I said, I like you so much better quiet.”

“I hate you,” I whispered, raising one hand up to try in vain to cover my chest.  There was too much skin exposed, and his hand was so much stronger than my own.

“What are you planning to do?” I said in as loud of a voice as I could manage.  “And why?  Why would you do this?”

He laughed, and it was the usual Dean again.  The nice act was long gone.

“You really want me to tell you?  Okay, if you insist.  It’s not like you’ll remember any of it.  I’ll talk dirty to you, if that’s what does it for you.”

“Fuck you.”

“No, Danika, fuck you.  Here’s what I have planned for you.  We’re going to take a nice long drive out into the desert, about an hour out from the city.  No matter how hard you fight it, you’ll be out by then, dead to the world.”

He twisted my left nipple hard, and just kept twisting, no matter how I batted at his hand.  “You’ll be so out of it that I can do whatever I want to you, however I want it, and you won’t have any recollection of it come morning.  And make no mistake, I have plans for you.”

I could hear the sick smile in his voice as he continued.  “First, I’ll strip you naked.  You won’t even get to keep your shoes on.  All of that will stay in here.  Then, I’ll drag you out of the car, push you facedown, ass up onto the hood.  I’ll spread you wide and fuck your pussy first, because you know I’m dying to know how that feels.  I’ll pull out before I come, because I want to feel your ass too.  I’ll fuck that next.  I won’t use lube.  I don’t mind tearing you up.  You won’t feel a thing, but I like that your body will remember me tomorrow.”

“Fucking sicko,” I bit out, my body starting to shake.  I thought that might be a good sign.  Perhaps the effects of the drug were starting to wear off.

“Whatever.  I’ll come in your ass, or maybe on your lower back.  I don’t like to plan it out, so that’ll be a surprise.  I’ll be sure to leave the mess on you, wherever it is, so you’ll have to clean it up yourself later.  You’ll be so confused.  Maybe you’ll think it’s from Tristan.  Who knows, but one way or another, you’ll have to handle the mess.  After I’m done with that, I’ll lay you out on the ground in front of the car, so the headlights shine on you nice and bright.”

He took his hand off me, finally, as he stopped at a red light.  I had no idea where we were, but at least we weren’t in the desert yet.

“I’ll look at you, every inch of you. I’ll open your legs and look my fill.  I’ll study your body hard, so that, anytime I want, I can close my eyes and remember.  That will take some time, but when that’s done, I’ll shove my dick down your throat.  I’ll shove it as deep as I can, but I won’t get off like that.  You’ll be too out of it to suck me proper, but I want to shove my dirty dick in there either way.  After that, who knows?  Maybe I’ll titty fuck you, maybe I’ll fuck your pussy again.  I’ll see what gets me most excited.  One thing is for sure, I’ll have you at my mercy for hours, and you can’t undo the things I’ll put your body through.  I’ll shove my dirty dick in every orifice, and you won’t say no.”

“When I’m done, I’ll put you back in your clothes and drop you off somewhere.  Maybe the apartment, or maybe I’ll sneak you back into your very own bed.  Does it matter?  You’re going to wake up tomorrow feeling dirtier than you ever have before, and you won’t remember why, but you’ll be too disgusting for Tristan to ever lay a finger on again, because he was in love with you, and you let his best friend use you like a dog.”

“You aren’t his best friend,” I found the voice to say.  “He can’t even stand you anymore.”

That set him off, and he was practically foaming at the mouth as he whirled on me.  “Fuck you!  That’s your fault!”

I was watching his face when it happened.  One second I was at his mercy, and the next, I was at the mercy of fate, as another vehicle crashed into his side of the car.

I remembered spinning and spinning, and when the spinning was over, the pain.