I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

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Georgia’s POV

He immediately lowered his head, taking the aching peak into his hot mouth, sucking strongly, like a man. starved.

My head fell back against the headrest, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

This is wrong, this is wrong, my mind chanted, but my ody was lost, consumed by sensations I had never felt before.

His other hand slid down, fingers tangling in the curls between my legs, then finding the waistband of my underwear. He didn’t try to slide them off; he just tore the thin fabric at the seam, exposing me completely.

Just like that, I felt the blunt, hot pressure of his erection against my entrance.

He rubbed himself against me, a low growl rumbling in his chest, while his fingers found my clit, circling it, driving me crazy.

Then one finger slipped inside me, then two, stretching me, moving in and out while his mouth returned to mine, swallowing my gasps.

It was too much. Too fast. Overwhelming. Just as I felt the terrifying pressure of the thick head of his cock begin to push inside me, a sharp, tearing pain shot through my core.

I cried out, shoving hard against his chest, tears springing to my eyes. “Stop! Ow! Stop, Estevan, I can’t!”

He froze instantly, pulling back slightly, his breathing ragged, his eyes dark and confused. “Why not?” he growled, his hand still possessively stroking my clit, making me squirm. “I thought you wanted this over with?”

I bit my lip hard, trying to stop the humiliating tears..

My body was a mess of conflicting signals – aching, wanking, but also screaming in pain. “It hurts,” I whispered, hating how weak I sounded.

“Hurts?” He frowned, genuinely perplexed. “I’m barely inside you, Georgia.”

“I know!” I snapped, anger mixing with the pain and embarrassment. “It’s just the tip, but it hurts!”

He went completely still, his eyes searching mine, a day hing realization slowly spreading across his face.

He pulled back completely then, creating a small space etween us. His voice was quiet, hesitant, almost disbelieving.

“Wait a minute,” he said slowly, “Did… Lucas… he never. He looked ‘down at my tear-streaked face, then back into my eyes, “You and him… you never…?”

I couldn’t meet his gaze. I sighed, wiping angrily at thears on my checks. “N-No,” I mumbled. “We didn’t.”

He stared at me, processing this. “And… you’ve never… with anyone?”

“No!” I said, my voice sharp and defensive. I pulled the pped edges of my dress together, trying to cover myself. “I’m not some sex-crazed idiot, okay?”

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Chapter 63

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He stared at me for a long, silent moment, the anger in his eyes slowly fading, replaced by something else… shock? Disbelief? He finally leaned back, running a hand through his hair, his voice a low, rough whisper.

“I don’t want to take your first time in this fucking car, Georgia.”

“Huh?” I breathed, staring at him, completely thrown. Did I hear that right?

He gently caressed the side of my neck, his thumb tracing my jawline, his touch surprisingly soft. His eyes searched mine. “Do you trust me?”

I hesitated, my mind a mess. Trust him? The man who threatened me, manipulated me, maybe even killed my parents? But the man who also just showed a sliver … something else?

I gave a tiny, uncertain nod. “Uh, yeah? But what are you thinking?”

He carefully lifted me off his lap, settling me back into the passenger seat. I quickly pulled my dress together, trying to cover myself, my hair a tangled mess My cheeks were still burning.

“What-“I started to ask, but he cut me off by turning the key. The engine roared to life, and he slammed the car into gear, speeding back down the bumpy trail and onto the main road like a bat out of hell.

We flew through the quiet town, houses blurring past the windows. He screeched to a halt in front of the only decent-looking motel near the town square, the kid tourists used.

I took a deep, shaky breath, my heart pounding with a nervous energy.

“So,” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “We’re… doing in a motel now?”

He cut the engine and turned to me, a slow, predatory shirk returning to his lips, but his eyes held a different kind of heat now. “I don’t think you understand me, Georgia,” he murmured. “I don’t want to do this quick. Not with you.” He leaned across the console, his voice dropping even lower. “Your first time… it should be memorable. Shouldn’t it?”

Before I could answer, he stepped out of the car. I glanced down at the ripped fabric of my underwear still lying on the floor mat. Shit. I had no underwear, Great. Well, the dress was knee-length. Hopefully, no one would notice.

I followed him inside the small, clean lobby. He walked traight to the front desk.

“We need your best available room,” he told the slightly star-struck young woman behind the counter, placing a thick wad of cash down, “For the night.”

She fumbled with the keys, her eyes darting between Eevan and the money, “Y-yes, sir. Room 7, top floor. Just up the stairs.” She handed him a plastic key card

We walked up the creaky wooden stairs together in silence. This town didn’t believe in elevators. He unlocked the door to Room 7 – clean, simple, with a big queen-sized bed right in the middle. As soon as we were inside, I gasped as he pulled out his phone and dialed.

“Hey, Louiella,” he said, his voice instantly warm and concerned. “Bad news. The car’s acting up. hooks like we’re stuck in town for the night while I get it looked at He paused, listening, “Oh no, don’t worry about us at all! We’re fine. We found a room. You just relax.” Another pause. “Thank you, Louiella, Good day.”

He hung up and tossed the phone onto the small bedside table. He turned to me, that possessive heat back in his eyes.

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