Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

LYLA

I don't know what's gotten into Neo as I crawl toward him across the bathroom floor. I love it, however. The taste of his cum is fresh on my tastebuds as I try my damnedest not to buckle to the floor.

"Eyes down. Don't fucking look at me," he says, and the degrading way he says it has me inwardly mewling.

The way this man can turn vile on a dime, yet make me feel so fucking loved the next second keeps me on the edge of my seat.

It's the only way that I want to live.

I cast my eyes to the floor as I crawl toward him. Every move I make has him backing up.

Soon, we're on the dingy carpet in the motel room.

He slowly removes his shoes, pants, and boxers, and I fight to keep my eyes trained downward.

"Good girl," he praises, and my body heats like it's on fire from the inside, burning outward.

I'm on all fours, and I've stopped altogether because I'm between his feet, but he hasn't given me any direction yet.

"Look at me, whore," he snarls, and my pussy throbs for attention as I do as I'm told.

He leans back on the bed, stroking his hand up and down his length as he teases me with what I can't have.

"We're going on a trip, stupid girl. While we're on that trip, you'll behave like the good girl I know you can be. You'll keep your weapons stowed and your sanity in check—as much as possible."

My eyes watch him jack his cock, mesmerized utterly.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip.

"Stupid girl," he shouts, and I snap to attention, my eyes locking onto his.

"Sir?" I ask.

"Did you hear what I said to you?"

I hastily nod. "I did, sir."

His answering grin fills me with white-hot heat. I love to push the envelope with him; I'll admit that. But what I love most is being his good girl.

The one he praises after he degrades. The one who gets rewards for crawling on her bloody knees to him. The one who kills for him on command.

My fascination with being his stupid girl has no rhyme or reason. Even the brightest psychologists wouldn't be able to riddle out our love.

It's wild and hot—obsessive and ravaging.

Sometimes, it feels downright illegal.

Well, most of it is.

"Come here," he says, and I use his knees to lift myself off the floor. Crawling over him, I straddle his body.

I'm still fully clothed in my leggings and sweatshirt I had on before Neo went berserk and cuffed me to the shower curtain rod.

"Are you going to be my good girl? "

I nod. "I am."

He lets his cock go, working to stay partially sitting as his rippled abs tighten and flex as his hands grab the waistline of my leggings and rip them clean down the middle.

My bare pussy comes in contact with the cold air of the room, and I hiss.

He cups it with one hand. "If you don't behave while we're gone, Lyla, I don't know what I'll do."

"Where are we going?" I breathe, even though my brain already knows where we're headed.

Something about that news report had triggered my madman, and the Neo I became obsessed with back in the asylum emerged and reared his psychotic head.

"We're going on our honeymoon."

I don't have time to reply.

He flips me over, lining himself up before he thrusts inside me in one fluid movement.

"Neo!"

"We can't go on a honeymoon, Neo. We're not married," I whisper into his ear as he drops over me. His weight presses into me, nearly taking my breath away while he fucks me hard and fast.

"Your soul has been married to mine since the day you were born, stupid girl," he whispers, his lips crashing down on mine in a frenzy.

I sigh as I seep into him, letting him fuck away all the worry and ache in my muscles.

I thought he was going to leave me here earlier. I cried until I nearly made myself sick, thinking he wasn't coming back for me.

That the other shoe had finally dropped.

Something I'm always worried about with him. He likely worries the same thing about me .

We're both known to act erratically when prodded; it's what makes us…us.

"I don't have a ring," I manage as I feel my belly burn low, an orgasm building slowly.

"You have my name cut into your fucking body. Do you need a ring?"

I'm speechless, mainly because of how my impending climax is rapidly approaching.

Neo takes my nonanswer as an answer, however. He sinks his face into my neck, lifting one leg to thrust into me even deeper.

"I'll give you whatever you want; just be mine. Be my stupid little wife."

His words shatter me, and my eyes speckle with light as I come in answer.

He bites my neck, dragging my climax out, and I groan.

"I'll take that as a yes, stupid girl."

Words. I can't form words.

He pulls back, and a tear beads in my eye. Even though I don't let it fall, Neo sees it and allows the barest hint of a smile to curl his beautiful lips upward.

"Yes," I breathe.

It's hours later when we're married by a real priest in a beautiful church, as Neo holds him at gunpoint. I don't know where he got the license or the idea he wanted to marry me in his head, but I leave with a new last name and a priest's blood on my skin after the ceremony is complete.

We get into the car, and Neo pulls us onto the highway as I slide over his lap. He wraps one arm around my waist as his other hand holds the steering wheel.

My white dress is covered in blood, not that I should've worn white. However, it's the very picture of Neo's and my relationship, and I find it fitting.

"Stupid wife, what are you up to?" I reach between us and work him out of his slacks.

He dressed up so nicely for the ceremony. He almost looked respectable.

"I think I like it when you call me that," I tell him, finding my bare entrance with his cock as I sit down on him, letting his girth stretch me wide as he hits the gas a bit abruptly.

I laugh. "Hold us steady, madman," I whisper, nipping his ear as I lift and feel him slide inside me.

"Fuck, you feel good, husband."

He growls as I rise and fall on his dick like the leaves on a tree in a stiff wind.

"You're going to kill us both," he tells me, taking his eyes off the road as he kisses my lips.

My tongue parts his, flicking against his answering tongue as I use his shoulders for leverage.

He feels so good, and the thrill of barreling down the road while his cock is buried deep inside me, all while I can't see what's before us, has my cunt greedy.

"I might. At least we'll go out together," I tell him, and something haunting passes through his eyes.

Changing the pace, I pull my pussy backward, tugging his dick at an angle with it before I grind back, sinking him back inside me .

"More," he snarls, and it has a thrilling buzz ambling through my veins.

"More?" I ask.

His other hand comes from behind my back and wraps around my throat. "More!"

"Yes, sir," I breathe, blood filling with the drug that is Neo Wade.

I reach down, moving the thick layers of the tulle fabric my thigh-high wedding dress is made of, finding his base.

I grip him in my hand as I tug backward and slide forward, all the while moving my hand in front of my pussy.

"That's so good. So fucking good, don't stop, stupid girl."

I can't. I'm going to come so hard that I might crash us. I don't know if he's got us on the road anymore, but I know we're going at a snail's pace down the highway as I feel my orgasm priming my body.

My nipples pebble beneath my dress, and I arch backward, letting my hair fall over my back.

My pace increases as I feel so good that I can't think about anything but coming.

I know the orgasm is going to be overwhelming, and for a split second, I worry I shouldn't have done this while we were driving.

"Goddamnit, stupid girl, don't you fucking stop!"

"Neo. Oh, shi—" I come the moment I feel the car leave the pavement and bump along the side of the road, our shocks not absorbing impacts beneath us as Neo shouts my name and thrusts up as he comes.

Fuck!" he breathes, shoving me off him and getting back onto the road smoothly. He looks in the rearview mirror to see if we gained any unwanted attention, his cock sticking out of his pants and leaking cum. I grin, chewing my bottom lip as I feel his hot cum seep from my pussy.

"Satisfied, stupid wife?" he asks, grinning at me as he stuffs himself back in his ruined slacks.

I shake my head. "Never. But it'll bide."

He motions for me to come to him, and I lean over the middle console as I do as I'm told.

He retakes my lips, disregarding the road as he swerves and a car honks at him.

He pays them no mind as he pulls back and looks into my eyes.

It's a look that tells me all he can't, and I kiss the tip of his nose.

"I love you, too."

I sit back down, feeling his cum leak from me and into the wedding dress I married him in over an hour ago as I smile and watch the signs flick by on the interstate.

"Are we going to the airport? We can't fly," I tell him, my nerves perking up at the signs for the airport that Neo exits beside.

"We can fly, and we will. How will we get to London otherwise?"

Part of me has faith he has a plan for us to board a plane, but the other part of me wonders if he plans to kill everyone and abscond with a plane.

Either way, I settle back into my seat and keep silent.

I'd follow Neo Wade over a fucking cliff, so who am I to question where we're going next?

Because I know, at the very least, I'm going.

Two hours and a change of clothesd later, we're through security and waiting to board the next red-eye to Heathrow Airport in London, England .

I entwine my hand with Neo's as he settles in for the wait.

"Ready for our honeymoon, stupid love?"

I nod.

If our honeymoon is anything like our life together so far, it's going to be a wild fucking ride.

And it's going to be bloody.

This stupid girl is ready.