Fifty miles from freedom. Fifty minutes from forgetting why she wanted it.
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Fifty miles from freedom. Fifty minutes from forgetting why she wanted it.
Lois has a plan, a toolkit, and a temper. She and Brad have spent months hiding from a country gone strange—a place where every woman is a glossy, giggling, hyper-sexual ornament and every man is a towering brute who owns one. Their homemade jammer has kept them clear-headed the whole way to the border.
Then it dies on the dashboard.
Now the signal is in their blood, and it works fast. Lois’s jeans split at the hips. Her hair pours down her back in black silk. Her chest is suddenly too much for any shirt to hold, and the boy she’s been bossing around for three months isn’t a boy anymore. He’s enormous. He’s hard. He’s virile and ready to breed.
She still calls him an idiot. She still barks orders. She just does it on her knees now, urging him to do it right.
The car won’t survive. Neither will her attitude.
Escape can wait until morning. Probably.
A scorching tale of transformation, surrender, and a hot babe discovering how good it feels to be obey.
