"Fuck!" Rogue yelled loudly, trying to hold the impending orgasm at bay once Lucian hit her pussy again. It fucking hurt so damn bad but it also felt so fucking good at the same time. One could hear the slosh of his hand hitting her soaking pussy, and when he pulled his hand away to rub, his hand would be soaked and would smell like a combination of their cum. One more slap, maybe two and the girl would more than likely errupt in a wild orgasm, that would put her to sleep for days.<br/><br/><i>"Tell me. What is the nearest city close to hear. City. I heard they called this place Kemah Cove...It's cute. Did you name it or did you find some mangled sign outside that read that?"<br/>
</i><br/>A smirk curved on Rogue's lip. Did he want her to draw a fucking map?! "I don't have any fucking clue! I'm not a goddamn motherfucking tourist!" The place had been named when she got here, she had stolen her home, just like it had been stolen from her. It was what people did these days. Lucian must have thought Rogue had time for travels as a hobby in her spare time. She knew exactly what information that he wanted and she was in no way giving it to him. "Besides you threw my maps in the sea with everything else. Which was a really fucking dumb move if you're looking for a specific location." A chuckle left the girls mouth once more but now she knew what he was trying to prove. He wanted to find out that she was a prewar person and by saying Amarillo, she may have spilled more than she should have. The man had obviously done his homework.