Blood on the Highway

Chapter Five

Mad Love

We drove fast, too fast, the headlights slicing through the fog like a blade through flesh. The wind howled around us as we tore down the empty highway, the road nothing more than a blur beneath the wheels of the stolen car. It had been hours since we'd left the gas station behind, but my heart was still racing, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins, making it impossible to think clearly.

Dorian's hand rested on my thigh, his fingers drumming softly against the sheer fabric of my ripped tights, as if the chaos around us wasn't enough to satisfy his restless energy. The glow of the blood moon followed us, its eerie light casting long, twisted shadows that danced along the road, stretching and writhing with every curve. There was something in the air tonight—something electric, dangerous. It buzzed between us, sparking whenever his hand moved, whenever his eyes glanced my way.

We hadn't spoken much since the gas station. There was nothing to say. I'd watched him point a gun at a man's chest and demand money without blinking. I'd watched him slip into that cold, ruthless version of himself that made the world bend to his will, and I'd followed him out without a second thought. There was something intoxicating about it—about him—something that made it impossible to resist, even when I knew I should.

I didn't even try to stop him anymore.

Dorian's eyes flicked toward me, a slow, predatory smile curling on his lips as if he could read my thoughts. He shifted slightly, his hand moving further up my thigh, his fingers pressing harder into the fabric of my dress. I inhaled sharply, my pulse quickening again, though this time it had nothing to do with fear. My thoughts were a blur, my heartbeat loud in my ears, drowning out the sound of the engine roaring beneath us.

"You still with me?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, cutting through the night air like a whisper wrapped in danger.

I nodded, unable to form words. The tension between us was palpable, thick and electric, like the air before a thunderstorm. Every brush of his hand, every glance he threw my way, sent a jolt through me, like sparks catching on dry kindling. My skin was alive, humming with the sensation of his touch, and yet it wasn't enough. It was never enough.

Dorian's hand slid higher, his fingers tracing lazy circles against the edge of my black babydoll dress, teasing the skin beneath. He was barely touching me, but it was enough to make my breath hitch, enough to send a wave of heat washing over me. I turned my head to look at him, my eyes locking onto his, and in that moment, the world outside the car didn't exist. It was just him and me, the dark road ahead, and the blood moon hanging heavy above us.

The night seemed endless, stretching out before us like the road, like the life we were carving out for ourselves. No rules, no boundaries, no limits. Just us.

"Pull over," I whispered, my voice shaky but filled with a need I couldn't ignore.

Dorian's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with that familiar mix of mischief and danger. He didn't say a word, just nodded and turned the wheel, guiding the car off the road and into the shadows of a nearby forest. The tires crunched against the gravel, the engine humming softly as he brought the car to a stop beneath the twisted branches of the trees.

The moment the car was in park, Dorian was on me, his hands rough and demanding as he pulled me toward him. I barely had time to react before his mouth was on mine, hot and hungry, his kiss filled with a raw intensity that made my head spin.

I moaned into the kiss, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me into his lap, and I straddled him without hesitation, my ripped tights brushing against the leather of his jacket as I pressed myself against him. The fabric of my dress felt thin between us, but underneath, his body burned like a furnace, hot and hard and desperate.