My heart thumps in my chest as I slam my foot on the brake in the hope that he’s not about to do what Emmie is fearing, but I’m too slow, and the truck crashes into my side, sending me shooting off the road and into the darkness of the trees.
“Shit,” Emmie screams.
I twist the wheel, desperately trying to get back some kind of control, but we’re going too fast for me to have any kind of effect.
“Oh my God,” she screams again when the bonnet dips down and the arse end of the car lifts.
My instincts take over and I reach for her, needing her to be safe, to protect her, but I lose my grip on reality after the first tumble and the world around me gets even darker.
2
THEO
“Emmie,” I moan, my muscles bunching as her fingers trail down my abs. “Fuck, Hellcat. I need your mouth on me.”
“Patience, boss,” she purrs, looking up at me with the biggest, hungriest eyes I’ve ever seen.
My cock jerks, desperate to be set free and plunged into my wife’s needy throat.
“Fuck yes,” I bark when she wraps her fingers around my belt and slowly begins unbuckling it. “Killing me, babe.”
Her lips damn near burn when she presses them to my stomach, peppering kisses around the indents of my six-pack, her tongue teasing along the lines and working its way lower.
Reaching out, I thread my fingers into her hair, trying not to push her down but knowing that I’m already failing.
“You’re not in charge right now, Cirillo. Push me and you’ll get nothing.”
“Emmie,” I groan as she pops the button.
She laughs as I lift my hips to help her drag my trousers over my arse.
“Needy little soldier, Theodore. Anyone would think you didn’t fuck me in the shower already this morning,” she growls, nipping at the skin right above my waistband before dipping her tongue beneath it.
“Can’t get enough of you, Hellcat.”
“Know the feeling, boss. Addicted to your cock.”
Fucking finally, she tugs both my trousers and boxers down over my hips, freeing my dick.
Her eyes widen in delight like they do every time she sees me naked and ready for her.
Precum is already glistening on the tip, and just the thought of her licking it off makes my balls begin to draw up.
If she doesn’t fucking hurry up, I’m gonna just blow like a kid looking at his first porno.
Slowly, she licks her lips before her teeth sink into the bottom one as she stares at me hungrily.
“Suck me, Hellcat. I want to watch you choking on my cock. I wanna see my cum covering your tongue.”
A growl rumbles deep in her chest at my dirty words.
Her eyes flick up to mine for a beat before she leans forward so she’s on her hands and knees, giving me a great view of her arse in that barely-there lingerie she wore especially for me.
Fuck, my wife is pure fucking fire.
Her full lips part and her tongue sneaks out, ready to taste me.
“Yes, babe. Yes. Yes.”
I gasp, my eyes flying open as I sit forward.
My heart is racing and my cock is hard as fucking steel, but she’s not here. She’s not on her knees before me in nothing but a scrap of black lace.
“Fuck,” I breathe, scrubbing my hand down my face and over my almost week-old scruff.
But the second I take in my actual surroundings, everything comes crashing down around me.
“Emmie,” I shout, turning to the passenger seat.
My heart drops into my feet.
It’s empty.
“EMMIE,” I scream, frantically looking around in the darkness for her.
“EMMIE!”
My fingers fumble with the seat belt, but I get it open after a few seconds. Sadly, the door isn’t so successful.
“Fuck. Fuck.”
My entire body screams in pain and I attempt to pull my legs from the footwell and crawl over the centre console to the passenger door.
If she’s not in here, then it must open.
She’ll just be out there calling for help.
Please. Fucking please let her just be calling for help.
I want to believe it, but the dread sitting heavy in my stomach stops me from allowing myself to do so.
That truck. It wasn’t some random attack.
They wanted this.
Whoever they were set out to fucking run me off the road.
But why?
And where the fuck is Emmie?
“EMMIE,” I boom again as I slam my hands against the door, putting all my weight behind it to force it open. But it doesn’t fucking move.
The window is shattered, same as the back one, and I figure it’s how she’s escaped.
“Fucking hell.”
I manage to get out without slicing my body up too badly, but when I get to my feet, I quickly discover that my legs don’t actually want to hold me up. I also find that I’m alone.
“EMMIE,” I shout as loud as I can. But the only thing I hear is my voice echoing through the trees and a couple of birds flapping away in fright.
“FUUUUCK,” I scream before collapsing in a heap on the ground.
I have no idea how long it takes for headlights to light up the side of the road where I’m sitting feeling utterly hopeless.
None of the calls I’ve made to Emmie have even connected, and there’s no sign that she was ever here. She was, though. I know she was.
And knowing that she’s gone cuts me like a knife right through my heart.
What I said to D was meant to be the truth. I was going to bring her home safe.
But how am I meant to do that now?
And how can I turn up on his doorstep without her?
Pushing to my feet, I lift my hand to the thumping pain that’s radiating from my head from where I must have hit it against the wheel as we tumbled.
“Holy shit, man. What the fuck happened?” Alex barks out, rushing over with his brows pinched as he looks from me to the mess that is now my car.
The sight of it makes my chest tighten as I think back to my reaction when Emmie crashed it all those weeks ago. That was nothing, looking at my poor baby now.
Wincing as my fingers hit the cut on my head, I pull my hand away and look back at Alex.
“Some cunt ran us off the road,” I snap, fury burning through my veins.
I’m gonna find whoever those motherfuckers were, and I’m going to put a bullet through their heads for this, especially if my suspicions are correct and they’ve taken something that belongs to me.
“Us?” he asks, looking around for who I might be with.
“Emmie,” I mutter, kicking the ground in frustration.
Alex’s lips part before he looks around once more.
“Where is she? Don’t tell me she ran away from you.” There’s an edge of amusement in his tone and it pisses me the fuck off.
Despite the pain raging within me, I have him backed up against a tree and my hand around his throat faster than he can compute.
My nostrils flare as I glare at him, my breaths racing over his face.
But as much as I crave seeing my own anger reflected back at me—a reason to fight, to expel some of this frustration, this fury that’s bubbling up inside me faster than I can control…
It’s just not there.