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Chapter two

Sadly this is kind of a filler chapter but it's slightly mature content... Other chapters will get longer I promise. Just gotta get into the groove of things.

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I awoke to the soft hum of a car and a splitting headache.

I had no idea where I was, or where I was going and then I slowly turned to look at the person driving and it all came rushing back.

The party...getting drunk... walking home... hazel eyes... thrown over a shoulder... then darkness

I screamed. I screamed one of those deafening ear piercing screams. The driver slammed the car to a halt, and I went flying forward.

But before I could make hard contact with the leather in front of me a tattooed arm stretched out across my front saving me from the concussion I probably would have gotten.

The man in the seat beside me had retracted his hand. His breathing had picked up as well as mine, "Would you please not fucking do that, Jesus you gave me a damn heart attack."

"Ssssoooryyyy." I slurred out slightly in shock and slightly in drunkenness. I began trembling, and the stranger didn't even give me a sideways glance as he started the car and began on the road again.

But panic and fear still surged through me. I had no idea where he was taking me. The idea sobered me up pretty fast.

My hands lunged out to pull on the door handle but to my utter horror I found it child locked from the outside, "Let me out of this fucking car!"

"That's not gonna happen sweetheart." The pet name and low voice of the stranger sent a shiver down my spine, but I shook off his affect on me; I needed to leave. I mean who knew what people were thinking back home? What was Rosetta thinking? She was always the worse-case-scenario kinda girl, and I knew if I turned up missing she'd just blame herself.

I fumbled around my body trying to find my phone only to find it nowhere on me, "Who even are you?! And where the fuck is my phone?"

"Watch your tone," his strong hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, "I took it. You have no use for it." He completely ignored my first question.

"And why is that?"

"Because you're coming home with me." He shrugged out casually like we were having a normal day-to-day conversation.

Me going with him? Not gonna happen, bud.

Swiftly unbuckling my seatbelt and maneuvering my body I twisted and dove into the backseat before his hands could stop me.

He lets out a menacing growl, and slammed on the breaks for the second time of the night. This time sending me crashing to the floor of the huge SUV.

"Okay, princess... You wanna play this game? Let's play." The click of his seatbelt was heard and then the opening of his door sent me into a panicked frenzy.

I scrambled up from the floorboard and over to the door. Grasping at the handle I'm not as surprised to find it's also child locked.

Fuckk

And then.. I noticed I still had my heels on.

Laying flat on my back against the cushion of the seat I kicked at the window with my black velvet heels.

A large splintering is heard before I'm pulled away by two large hands on my hips.

I was so damn close...

I'm flipped around toward the open door as the undeniably scary man pins me to the seat. I struggle in his grasp. My hands swiftly pinned above my head by only one of his palms.

That's not fair.

The hazel eyed man leans down until his smooth lips are at my ear, "As much as I love seeing a woman writhe underneath me Id rather it be under other circumstances."

I shiver, and his lips move down my neck, slowly kissing and licking my sensitive and exposed skin.

"Why'd you run away, kitten." He mumbled into my neck, "and you cracked my window... such a naughty girl. I'm going to have to punish you."

Geeze, is this guy a sadist?

He bit down softly on the nape of my neck. I gasped and arched my body into his, the heat from him causing a stir to occur in the pit of my stomach.

His sucking and biting didn't stop, even after my several small attempts at protest. I was too weak.

And it felt too good. My subconscious purred.

Shortly after his lustful attack on my neck I found myself on my stomach. My face pinned against the warm leather seat. The biting chill of the outside was rushing over my figure because I didn't have the strangers warmth against me anymore.

He still had my hands pinned down with one arm, and it looked as if he was untying his tie with the other.

Oh fuck no.

I squirmed, but that only caused a groan to come from above. My ass was grinding unknowingly against his crotch.

He bent down again to my ear level, his front pressed firmly against my back, and his member straining against my ass.

"As much as I'd like to take you in the back of this vehicle, babe, I'm afraid we're going to have to get on with our little journey." His husky voice breathed against me, he was wrapping his tie around my wrists, "but just to make sure my little love doesn't get away..." He finished the knot with one swift pull and my wrists were now being held in a painfully bent position.

"S-stop." Tears were welling in my eyes. At this point I was beyond frustrated.

And when his hand came up to pinch a nerve on the bottom of neck I began kicking and thrashing about... only for my movements to begin slowing down until his voice was the last thing I heard, "Sætur draumur minn litli."

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Yoooo we got a hot Icelandic gang leader here!!
That end sentence translates to: "Sweet dreams, little one." At least... that's what google translate told me.. hehe

-matteson♥️