Driven Insane นิยาย & เรื่องราว

With a sharp turn, I drove into the main road, heading straight to that one place where I would find Derek. The car sped along the road, flying past the others at a maddening speed but somehow, it didn't feel enough. My anger was growing. My hatred was skyrocketing and my fear was slamming hard against every other rationality left. I stepped on the gas, and the car jerked forward as I drove past the corner of a trailer. Curses followed behind me but I couldn't care less. I didn't slow down. I drove at a crazy speed just as my thoughts were driving me into insanity so fast.

Trigger warning: Extreme violence. RIVEN BLACKWOOD POV A broken laugh escaped my lips. There was nothing funny, no, it was just the way I was wired. The voices in my head were loud, clamoring, driving me to the point of insanity. I didn't care how I drove, and every time I recalled the bruises that bastard had left on Hazel, flames of anger engulfed my chest, burning and consuming me from inside out. I clenched the steering, the urge to rip it out overwhelming.

Good riddance. I couldn't see much in the dark forest but I drove down the track like a mad woman. Headlights could get me killed so, no! I would rather die in a dumped Feisty Sports car than by the hand of that rebooted deranged beast. I could see the road just fine when the car shook from whatever had landed on the roof. Bile rose in my stomach as renewed fear took hold of me. A growl like the last nail in the coffin buried what was left of my sanity. With a heart-pounding rush, I stepped on the accelerator and changed gears. I drove with no direction but only survival in my mind.

It was a dizzying whirlwind of sensation, pleasure mingling with sweet pain. I felt like I was teetering on the brink of madness, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of our mad fuck. With each savage thrust, I felt myself unraveling, lost in a haze of pure carnal desire and primal need. It was as if I had surrendered myself completely to the intoxicating rhythm of our bodies, he was driving me mad and I allowed him... Why? Cause I want him to drive me nuts!

Not In a way that makes me feel pain but firm enough to know his control is slipping. I secretly like that I can drive him insane. It's only fair seeing I'm always on the edge of losing my mind. His hands fall on either side of my head, caging me in, and his mouth hovers just an inch from mine. Our breath tangles and his eyes are wild making my chest rise and fall faster than I do normally. “You drive me fucking insane,” he mutters. “Good. Just returning the favour!” I wait for an insult or the choking but it doesn't come. I can't tell how he's feeling because of his damn glasses but he shocks me when he asks,

REED’S POV The drive home stretched on, each second dragging as my mind spiraled deeper into the chaos that had become my reality. The hum of the car engine was the only sound, blending with the faint whispers of Liana’s soft breathing. My grip on the steering wheel was vice-like, my knuckles whitening under the strain. It felt like if I let go, even for a second, everything would fall apart—both the car and my sanity.

I could fell myself, inside of was internally injured, beyond repair I guess at this point. And with everything burning inside of me, the pain, the anger, the fear I drove faster than I have ever gone, I went crazy behind the wheel. Daymond this is for you.

His speed increasing beyond every limit, his swift shift of wheel to avoid passing cars startled other drivers that felt like death just flashed by. While some ‘ Woahed’ at how skilled the driver was, believing the driver couldn't possibly be drunk and still drive like that, yet, a man that drives like that is definitely insane, has no value for his life. ‘ God..if he touches a strand of hair on her…!’ Antonio mind thought, his jaw tightened, his knuckles turning white as he clenched harder against the wheel. His other hand dialed Eloise’s contact over and over again till it started saying switched off like someone had purposely turned off the phone.

He simply said and I felt the urge to bash his face against the cars headboard. “Torren, you're crazy. Let me out right now.” I seethed in rage. “Drive.” Torren ordered and the driver immediately started the engine. He looked frightened, the driver I mean, he looked like he would rather be anywhere else apart from this place and that made me all the more frustrated.

It’s full-bodied lust that is driving me insane. “I want you to be mine,” he rumbles.