~Olyon~
But Bethany doesn’t back down, and her voice turns chilling. “Get in your car and leave before I shove that nozzle through your asshole, pump it full, and set your ass on fire.”
The threat is specific and graphic enough for the man, who pales and scrambles away, slamming his jeep door and flooring it, before popping out as he speeds away with screeching tires.
And I am left in rapt fascination as Bethany snorts, lips curling up into a dark smile as she pays for her fuel.
She enjoyed frightening that man, and knowing that makes my c**k ache.
I slip back around the side of the station before she can spot me. Gripping my erection through my jeans, I lean my head back and hiss out a breath.
Deskar!
I wish she were the one gripping me tightly like this.
I always believe there is
