The Highway’s Forbidden Toll - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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I choked on my breath, my voice trembling. "B-big brother... what are you doing?"
The loud gulp from the man beside me echoed in my ears.
His hungry gaze locked onto me as he tilted my chin up, forcing me to look into his dark, wanting eyes.
"Be a good girl and climb into the backseat," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "On your knees, arch that perfect back for me."
"Please... stop," I whimpered. "If my boyfriend finds out—"
"That loser?" He scoffed. "He wouldn't know what hit him. Stop pretending he'll save you. Be nice—it's been half a year since I've had a woman. I'm fucking starving."
When I hesitated, Connor grabbed me and threw me onto the backseat, his heavy body pinning me down. His hot breath fanned my ear as he growled, "You want this just as much as I do."
My face burned. I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing the part. "You're too much... have mercy!"
Connor palmed my breast with a dark chuckle. "Knew you were a slut from the moment I saw you. Admit it—you've been waiting for this."
"Stop lying, sweetheart," he continued, his fingers sliding lower. "You're already soaked. We're both adults here—I can feel how badly you want this."
His words sent fire through my veins. I sucked my fingers with a filthy pop, squirming beneath him like a woman possessed.
Because he wasn't wrong.
I was a slut—shameless, desperate, aching for a man to take me roughly.
And with my ovulation hitting these past two days? The hunger had become unbearable. Most women only fantasized about cheating—but here was my chance. Why pretend?
Under my teasing, Connor's breathing turned ragged. "Thought you'd fight me," he smirked. "But look at you—fucking desperate for it."
"How long's it been, kitten?" He dragged a finger through my wetness. "You're dripping."
Shame burned my cheeks. I couldn't meet his eyes, let alone answer that humiliating question.
Connor unbuckled his belt with a sharp snap, bringing it down on my ass—the sting mixing with pleasure, electric and addicting.
"I asked how long," he demanded. "Answer me."
I bit my lip, rolling my hips. "T-too long..."
My gaze dropped to his sculpted torso, and my mouth went dry. Before I could stop myself, the truth spilled out.
"You're... too big. How am I supposed to take all of you? You'll break me."
When I hesitated again, Connor's hand closed around my throat. "Remember—your boyfriend's waiting. Should I let him see this, or pretend it never happened?"
Three years with Ethan taught me one thing—if he found out, he'd leave me stranded on this highway without a second thought.
Survival instinct kicked in. My fingers hooked into Connor's waistband, slowly tugging them down.
When I saw the sheer size of him, my entire body trembled.
As Connor stripped down to his briefs, I looked up with pleading eyes. "Promise me... if I do this, you'll take me back and never tell Ethan?"
He laughed coldly. "You think you're in any position to bargain?"
Helping a stranger like this... I'd never been so reckless.
Guilt warred with the sinful hunger coiling inside me—loyalty to Ethan versus the ache between my thighs.
While I wavered, Connor buried his face between my 32D breasts.
Outside, cicadas screamed—each shrill cry vibrating straight through me.
The illicit thrill left me drenched in sweat. In that moment, I felt like his plaything, completely at his mercy.
"You help me, I help you."
I couldn't resist anymore. Right then, I needed him to claim me—badly.
Suddenly, his rough fingers gripped my chin, his thumb tracing my swollen lips. "Feel like playing a dangerous game?"
The loud gulp from the man beside me echoed in my ears.
His hungry gaze locked onto me as he tilted my chin up, forcing me to look into his dark, wanting eyes.
"Be a good girl and climb into the backseat," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "On your knees, arch that perfect back for me."
"Please... stop," I whimpered. "If my boyfriend finds out—"
"That loser?" He scoffed. "He wouldn't know what hit him. Stop pretending he'll save you. Be nice—it's been half a year since I've had a woman. I'm fucking starving."
When I hesitated, Connor grabbed me and threw me onto the backseat, his heavy body pinning me down. His hot breath fanned my ear as he growled, "You want this just as much as I do."
My face burned. I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing the part. "You're too much... have mercy!"
Connor palmed my breast with a dark chuckle. "Knew you were a slut from the moment I saw you. Admit it—you've been waiting for this."
"Stop lying, sweetheart," he continued, his fingers sliding lower. "You're already soaked. We're both adults here—I can feel how badly you want this."
His words sent fire through my veins. I sucked my fingers with a filthy pop, squirming beneath him like a woman possessed.
Because he wasn't wrong.
I was a slut—shameless, desperate, aching for a man to take me roughly.
And with my ovulation hitting these past two days? The hunger had become unbearable. Most women only fantasized about cheating—but here was my chance. Why pretend?
Under my teasing, Connor's breathing turned ragged. "Thought you'd fight me," he smirked. "But look at you—fucking desperate for it."
"How long's it been, kitten?" He dragged a finger through my wetness. "You're dripping."
Shame burned my cheeks. I couldn't meet his eyes, let alone answer that humiliating question.
Connor unbuckled his belt with a sharp snap, bringing it down on my ass—the sting mixing with pleasure, electric and addicting.
"I asked how long," he demanded. "Answer me."
I bit my lip, rolling my hips. "T-too long..."
My gaze dropped to his sculpted torso, and my mouth went dry. Before I could stop myself, the truth spilled out.
"You're... too big. How am I supposed to take all of you? You'll break me."
When I hesitated again, Connor's hand closed around my throat. "Remember—your boyfriend's waiting. Should I let him see this, or pretend it never happened?"
Three years with Ethan taught me one thing—if he found out, he'd leave me stranded on this highway without a second thought.
Survival instinct kicked in. My fingers hooked into Connor's waistband, slowly tugging them down.
When I saw the sheer size of him, my entire body trembled.
As Connor stripped down to his briefs, I looked up with pleading eyes. "Promise me... if I do this, you'll take me back and never tell Ethan?"
He laughed coldly. "You think you're in any position to bargain?"
Helping a stranger like this... I'd never been so reckless.
Guilt warred with the sinful hunger coiling inside me—loyalty to Ethan versus the ache between my thighs.
While I wavered, Connor buried his face between my 32D breasts.
Outside, cicadas screamed—each shrill cry vibrating straight through me.
The illicit thrill left me drenched in sweat. In that moment, I felt like his plaything, completely at his mercy.
"You help me, I help you."
I couldn't resist anymore. Right then, I needed him to claim me—badly.
Suddenly, his rough fingers gripped my chin, his thumb tracing my swollen lips. "Feel like playing a dangerous game?"
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