A Kiss From Lucifer (Mac smutfic)

Some Regret But Not A Lot

On the way back to Mac's house, Beth couldn't help but feel regretful for what had happened at the lab. She and Mac fucked and she liked it. She was going against God Himself. Premarital sex was a sin, and so was adultery. So what if she and Jimmy weren't married yet? It was still cheating. She was staring out the truck window, thinking about what to do next. She screwed up big time. Before she may have been innocent because the sex was actually rape, but now she enjoyed it. She enjoyed Mac. She wasn't even married.

Mac took notice of Beth's down look. "Hey, why ya look so down? Thought tha' was pretty damn good." He asked, nudging her arm.

Beth just shook her head. "Nothin'." She mumbled.

Mac glared at her. "Don't fuckin' lie to me." He warned.

"I ain't lyin'. I'm just thinkin'." She snapped, glaring at him in return.

"Did you just fuckin' snap at me?" He demanded, already pulling off to the side of the road.

"So what if I did? I'm a legal adult, I don't have to do shit for you!" She yelled. "Screw you Mac!"

That was a mistake right there. Mac pulled off to the side of the road and killed the engine. He hopped out of the truck and made his way around it to her. Despite him being pissed off at her, Beth found herself getting a little turned on by it. She liked when Mac was rough. He looked hot.

Mac ripped the passenger door open, and Beth flinched, but that was it. She didn't scream or cry, she just flinched. Mac grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out of the truck. He pinned her against the wall of the red vehicle. "Did you fuckin' cuss at me?" He demanded through gritted teeth. The truck was hot and was burning Beth's exposed skin.

"Maybe." She said, squirming a little from the heat.

Mac growled and pressed her harder against it door, making her squeak. But he was positioned right between her legs, so his hips kept digging into her sensitive spot, and God did she love it. "Ya don' fuckin' cuss at me, little potty-mouth bitch." He growled. He pressed her harder, and she bit her lip as he grounded into her. He paused for a second, and then an evil smirk came to his face. "Ya like that? Ya like when Ole Mac touches ya?"

Beth didn't say anything, just let out a panting breath. Then Mac dropped her onto her feet and ripped the wife beater off. Then he smacked one of her breasts, making her let out an airy moan. "I asked you a question, bitch." He growled, pulling her hair back.

"Yes Mac." She mumbled, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt his hot breath on one of her nipples.

"'Yes Mac' what?" He demanded, flicking her nipple and instantly causing it to bud.

"I love it when you touch me." She panted.

"Where do you like gettin' touched?" He asked in a soft, sensual voice.

Before she had a chance to answer, they heard a car in the distance. Mac let go of her and stepped away, turning towards the car. "Get yer shirt on." He ordered. Beth quickly leaned down and grabbed the wife beater, pulling it on and hopping back into the already scorching truck. Mac made his way around to the side and stopped by the gas tank. Beth watched as he pulled out a red gas can from the bed of the truck. He started to fill the tank, just as the car drove by without stopping. After a couple seconds Mac stopped and put the can back into the bed. Then he made his way around to the drivers side, opening it up and hopping in. He started the truck again and drove off, chewing his thumbnail the whole time.

While driving down the seemingly empty highway, Beth kept thinking about that car. She could've escaped. She could've jumped out into the road, gotten recognized, and gone home while Mac got locked up. It would've been so easy.

But she didn't.

Instead, she got into the truck and hid from the car while Mac pretended to fill up the gas tank. The car didn't even hesitate. Beth glanced at Mac, feeling at a cross between emotions. Then a strange, slightly horrible, yet slightly hopeful thought.

Did she like him?