Rose’s POV

My right wrist was still locked to the door handle.

Jeff—he had finally given me the name when he climbed back into the front seat and looked at me through the metal grate—drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting casually on the passenger seat like this was any other night shift. The cuffs rattled every time the cruiser hit a bump. His cum was still warm between my thighs, soaking through the plain cotton panties he had pulled back into place.

“You’re quiet, Rose.”

I stared at the back of his head. “You know my name.”

“I knew it before I lit you up.”...