The Highway’s Forbidden Toll - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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"Connor, let me out!"
"Not a chance."
Before I could argue, he manhandled me into the passenger seat.
We drove nonstop for hours until Connor finally pulled over at some nameless mountain pass, the moon casting silver streaks through the windows. He yanked a sleeping bag from the trunk and tossed it across the backseat.
I’d spent the entire ride curled up, feigning sleep to avoid him.
Then his fingers wrapped around my ankle. "Cut the act. Your eyelashes are fluttering like you’re trying to take flight."
Before I could react, his arms hooked under me, lifting me like I weighed nothing.
The second the sleeping bag unzipped, I scrambled inside.
No sooner had I settled than his burning chest pressed against my back. I snapped—sinking my teeth into his shoulder.
"Fangs, huh?" He hissed but laughed, hauling me higher until his lips hovered just above mine, voice thick with amusement. "If you’ve got the guts, try biting here."
I stayed frozen, refusing to take the bait.
"Second Gulch. Tiger’s Maw. Devil’s Despair…" His breath scorched my ear. "Hundreds of miles to go. How much extra interest do I get?"
A shudder ripped through me as his palm slid from my waist, inching higher.
I clamped my thighs together—but his knee forced them apart.
"D-don’t…" The plea was pathetic, barely audible.
"Oh? Where’s that fire from before?" His chuckle sent heat flooding my cheeks. "Suddenly shy?"
I bit my lip, silent. Bad move. He only tormented me more, lips grazing my neck until my body betrayed me with helpless tremors.
"See?" His fingers traced slow, maddening circles. "You can’t hide from this."
Humiliated, I shoved at him—but he caged me against the seat.
His mouth was everywhere—my forehead, the bridge of my nose, then finally claiming my lips.
This kiss wasn’t like before. It was ruthless. Consuming.
I gasped, hands fluttering weakly against his chest.
"Mm—Connor—" His name dissolved as his tongue swept in, stealing my breath.
And his hands? Just as relentless. Buttons gave way under his practiced touch.
"Not a chance."
Before I could argue, he manhandled me into the passenger seat.
We drove nonstop for hours until Connor finally pulled over at some nameless mountain pass, the moon casting silver streaks through the windows. He yanked a sleeping bag from the trunk and tossed it across the backseat.
I’d spent the entire ride curled up, feigning sleep to avoid him.
Then his fingers wrapped around my ankle. "Cut the act. Your eyelashes are fluttering like you’re trying to take flight."
Before I could react, his arms hooked under me, lifting me like I weighed nothing.
The second the sleeping bag unzipped, I scrambled inside.
No sooner had I settled than his burning chest pressed against my back. I snapped—sinking my teeth into his shoulder.
"Fangs, huh?" He hissed but laughed, hauling me higher until his lips hovered just above mine, voice thick with amusement. "If you’ve got the guts, try biting here."
I stayed frozen, refusing to take the bait.
"Second Gulch. Tiger’s Maw. Devil’s Despair…" His breath scorched my ear. "Hundreds of miles to go. How much extra interest do I get?"
A shudder ripped through me as his palm slid from my waist, inching higher.
I clamped my thighs together—but his knee forced them apart.
"D-don’t…" The plea was pathetic, barely audible.
"Oh? Where’s that fire from before?" His chuckle sent heat flooding my cheeks. "Suddenly shy?"
I bit my lip, silent. Bad move. He only tormented me more, lips grazing my neck until my body betrayed me with helpless tremors.
"See?" His fingers traced slow, maddening circles. "You can’t hide from this."
Humiliated, I shoved at him—but he caged me against the seat.
His mouth was everywhere—my forehead, the bridge of my nose, then finally claiming my lips.
This kiss wasn’t like before. It was ruthless. Consuming.
I gasped, hands fluttering weakly against his chest.
"Mm—Connor—" His name dissolved as his tongue swept in, stealing my breath.
And his hands? Just as relentless. Buttons gave way under his practiced touch.
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