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“Care to tell me why you went all Rambo on them?”
“No,” I growl. My hands are wrapped so tightly around the edge of the car that I’m doing everything in my willpower to have restraint. This beautiful fucking she-devil in my car. Her perfume melting into it. She’s driving me crazy.
“I’ll show you my tits if you tell me,” she teases.
“You’ll show me them anyway,” I growl.
She laughs, but I notice the constriction at her throat first. “Can’t you just imagine me slamming into your cunt against the car right now? Being so deep that you can scream as loudly as you want out here.”
Her green eyes flash with want as she looks up at me through thick eyelashes. “I scream loudly wherever I am, but let’s be real. It’s not like many men can make me scream.”
My tongue licks over my lips as my cock grows uncomfortably in my trousers. Her gaze drifts to my crotch, then those devastating eyes shift back to me.
Fuck this woman and the spell she’s cast on me.
“Give me a taste, and I’ll tell you.”
She rolls her eyes. “You and your tasting. What do you think you are, a fucking connoisseur?”
I grab her cheeks, squeezing so those fuckable lips are my entire focus. “You eye roll me one more fucking time, and there will be consequences.”
Her gaze promises sex. Everything about this woman oozes sex.
She drops the handkerchief, and her hand pulls down on her dress, revealing those perfectly pierced tits.
My cock needs to be buried deep inside her. But if I fuck her, I know I won’t have enough of her. It means our agreement will be over in a blink of an eye, because if I’m in her only once, I won’t be able to contain myself. And then we’re done. But if I can limit myself—no, torture myself—to just a taste, it might take the edge off.
I release my grip as I drop to my knees. I don’t care if the fucking ground is wet from the rain. This woman has me so wrapped around her pinkie, and in the way she stares at me, she fucking knows it.
“If I’m a connoisseur, then I specialize in sweets because your cunt is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
At this angle, her gaze pierces through the dark night with only the interior car light acting like a halo around her. But she’s anything but angelic.
I lean into her, licking over the bars pierced in her nipples. A small moan escapes her as she watches me, but her hand slowly reaches out to grab my shirt and pull me closer.
I’m not the only one who’s been holding out, it would seem.
Good.
I suck on her perfect nipples, gripping her thigh tightly to anchor her, as if any moment she might go up in smoke like she never existed.
“You owe me one truth,” she says with a tight breath.
I spread her legs and keep my hand on her chest to push her back. She holds the edge of the leather seat and dashboard as I smirk at the welcome of this short dress and, of course, no panties.
Fucking perfection. I push her dress farther up so her bare ass rests on my leather, and dip my tongue between her folds. So fucking perfect.
“You’re already wet for me, Red,” I say as I taste her.
“Stop speaking,” she says as she feathers her fingers through my hair and pushes my head down. I’m more than happy to oblige as I devour every bit she gives me. I insert a finger, eliciting a moan from her and then a second as I pump into her.
I slide my hand from her tit to her throat and hold her in place.
“Fuck,” she says as her head rolls back, and she gives in to me little by little.
My cock pushes painfully against my trousers. I’m creating my own misery. But I know for Anya, sex is simply transactional. She’s someone who loves the high of it, the power play, and it’s not something I’m willing to give her yet because I haven’t made her mine. And I’ll be fucked if I’m letting this she-devil slip through my fingers.
I’ll bind, gag, and trap her in a basement somewhere before I let her go.
