Chapter 54 - Eleanor

Breathe.

I suddenly wasn't very drunk. I held Riot's hand in mine, rereading it over and over.

"When did you get this?"

"About a year ago."

"Why?"

He didn't answer.

"Riot," my voice cracked. "What's going on?"

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you."

He was right. I probably wouldn't. How could he have my name tattooed on him a whole year before meeting me? Why would he do such a thing? I slid off his lap and dropped his hand.

"Look, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. We can just keep listening to music and relaxing until the storm passes. Let me find my gloves," he said.

"Don't bother."

I looked outside. The memory of just how cold that rain was made me shiver. It was falling down even harder now. If I went back out in the darkness, would I make it back to the house?

"You can't go out there," Riot said, reading my thoughts.

"Tell me why you did it."

He sighed. "Eleanor, don't be like this."

"Why did you do it?" I asked again, louder. "Has this been your plan all along?"

"What exactly?" His eyes narrowed.

"To get Callahan to leave me so you could have me all for yourself?"

He laughed. "Hardly. None of what has happened in the last month has been planned. You two showed up on my doorstep and my entire life has been thrown into chaos."

"Your life?" I crossed my arms under my chest. "Your life has drastically changed? How, because from what I've seen, you do the same thing you've always done. You spend all day in this junkyard, hiding from the world. Yeah, sounds like so much chaos." I replied sarcastically.

"Oh, that fucking mouth of yours," he snarled.

Suddenly, his hand shot out and wrapped around my neck. My eyes widened as he gripped me firmly and moved, lowering my back to the seat. He loomed over me, his eyes intense with rage and something else I couldn't pinpoint.

It wasn't until he forced my legs apart with his knees that I figured it out.

Lust.

"Always with that mouth of yours. No wonder Callahan needed a break. He's nicer than me." He squeezed my windpipe, cutting off my breath. It lasted only a moment. He loosened quickly, but it was long enough for my heart to go into a panic.

"You have a lot of demands for someone with little power. Do you have anything to say right now, Eleanor?" He tightened again and I shook my head furiously. Despite how scary it was, I didn't fight to push him off. Every time I tried to close my legs, he pushed deeper into me, thrusting his hips against mine.

He dipped his head down, his lips inches from my lips. I looked up at him silently, daring him to hurt me.

He couldn't hurt me more than I'd already been.

If he only knew what I'd gone through with Callahan. How much I could take before I broke. He squeezed my throat as he leaned down and kissed me. My head began to spin as he ground his hips into my hips. His hardness pressed right against my core. The only thing separating us were his clothes.

He released me and I gasped and brought my hands to my neck, frantic for air. He laughed and sat up.

"I can't keep playing these games, Eleanor."

"What games?" I choked out, sitting my head up. "That was a game? No wonder your grip was so weak."

He licked his lips and I melted. I followed his tongue, recalling how he tasted just moments ago. I wanted to experience his lips and tongue again, and if baiting him did that…

"Oh, you little brat." He grinned and reached for me, his hand, my name, wrapped around my neck again and he squeezed. My vision grew spotty and I wiggled uncomfortably underneath him. His other hand reached under my shirt, his shirt, and ran along my stomach, tracing my skin.

"You're a gorgeous little brat. Your mouth gets you in so much trouble, but I think you like being in trouble, don't you?"

His hand traveled down to the apex of my thighs. He paused, but only for a moment. I bucked my hips up and he tightened his grip on my neck again.

"You're not in control here, Eleanor. I am." He took his hand off my sex and shoved me back down. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing. He was careful not to hurt me, blocking my air only long enough to make my heart and body scream with need.

I heard rustling and a sharp ping of metal touching. I was too weak from lack of oxygen to lift my head, but I knew he was taking off his belt. With one hand, he shoved his pants down and in a flash, his thick mast was touching my thigh.

"Tell me to stop. Tell me you want to remain faithful to your cute little boyfriend." He mocked.

I opened my mouth and he squeezed my air off. That bastard. He grinned. "What, have something to say? Just spit it out." He ground his hips against mine. My body screamed, wanting to be touched. He relaxed his grip and I tried again to speak. The moment I had enough air he cut me off again with a laugh.

His free hand traveled up, under my shirt. He found my breast and pinched my rigid nipple. He abandoned it for only a moment to shove it up and then arched back so he could still choke me while he took my nipple into his mouth.

"You're so perfect. So innocent, so smooth." He ran his tongue along my peak. I gasped and writhed under his touch. My skin was on fire with pleasure. I needed more. More of his tongue, more of his hands, more of everything.

"I want to taste you, but that'll be a little difficult in our current situation, so that will have to wait. Is that okay with you, brat?" He mocked me, giving me another breath only to take it away an instant later. He abandoned my breasts and sat up, taking me with him. He hauled me on to his lap as if I were a rag doll. He let go of my neck just long enough to rip my shirt over my head. We stared at each other for a moment. We were completely skin to skin.

"Is Callahan the only one you've been with?" he asked. I nodded silently. I was dizzy and struggling to think.

"I haven't been with anyone without protection. But I don't have anything in the truck. And I don't really care."

I stared blankly at him. What was he talking about?

"Do you understand what I'm saying?"

I shook my head. My throat burned, I couldn't get a word out if I wanted.

"Fuck it."

He reached under me, grabbing his cock. He urged me to lift and slowly, he pressed against my folds.

"You're so fucking wet, holy shit," he groaned as he slowly, inch by inch, entered me. His hand traveled from my hip back up to my neck, where he squeezed again. "You like that, don't you, Eleanor?" he asked, his voice so low it sent delicious shivers through me. I nodded and he squeezed my windpipe and began to move his hips. I arched my back and moved with him, grinding against him. His cock pressed deep into me, hitting my precious button. I moaned and begged for him to choke me harder; his expression hardened and he did as he was told, keeping his other hand on my hip, helping me move on his lap.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this Eleanor, silenced, unable to fucking whine and complain. All you can do is take my cock, and you take it so well. You're such a greedy girl. Fuck me, brat."

His words were my undoing. I ground deeper, my body screaming, pleading for release, and then I burst. He squeezed and released my neck as I came. Every vein was on alight with fire as pleasure exploded through my body. I gasped and then fell into his arms. The feeling was so intense, my vision went from spotty to fading fast.

"I'm not stopping just because you've tapped out," Riot warned with a growl. I relaxed against him and he shifted my body so that he could pound into me hard and fast, eliciting fast, soft moans from me as a second orgasm roused me to life.

"That's it, come a second time for me, brat. Or do you need to be shown again?"

I shook my head furiously and bounced with him as my second orgasm came quick, sending me spiraling. Riot let out a loud moan right into my ear and his cock pulsed inside me, spilling his seed into my pleading body.

And then finally, my vision went completely black.