Page 124 of Wicked Little Sins (The Four Nightmares of Castle Pointe 1)

My heart was wrecked. She was only a few feet away from me. Visions of bending her right over my car and allowing the entire downtown Clarke to see just how much magic we created when our bodies were entangled petitioned for fruition.

Stretch her out.

Fill her up.

Punish her.

Make her pay.

She’ll regret this day.

I closed my eyes to silence the noise.

“Get in the fucking car, Eden.”

Her beauty was almost convincing enough, but it didn’t stop the rage her antics supplied. I pushed out of the car, unfolding my hands while matching her gaze. She was a fucking journey. A rollercoaster.

I was letting go of a piece of myself with each passing second, giving it to her and praying she did the right thing with it. Because she was a fucking head rush, I knew that was asking too much of her, but I couldn’t deny her of what was rightfully hers.

She stood, unmoving, making me reconsider my reservations and the delay of her punishment. Maybe spectators wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

You’ve left a mess. Go.

I clicked my tongue, quickly putting that all aside.

“Eden.” I groaned, growing tired of her defiance and even more exhausted with my inability to control the hammering of my heart.

“Where is my date?”

Audacity.

She had enough of that shit for us both. Her question was enough for me to strip her where she stood and stick my dick so far up her, she forgot any other nigga existed… ever.

“Get in the fucking car before I put you in the car.”

“Where is my date?” she repeated herself as if I wasn’t talking to her. As if I'd said nothing.

There wasn’t anyone on earth I’d encountered who could say they’d successfully disobeyed me and the odds had turned out in their favor. Most couldn’t because they were six feet under. The rest would have to write shit down because they couldn’t speak to tell their truths.

“Now is not the time to test me. I will fail. I will fail miserably,” I grumbled. “I have no limits, Eden. None. Don’t fuck around or you will find out, swiftly and without remorse.”

“Whe–”

Refusing to hear another word from her foul ass mouth or see her neck sway another time, I rushed to her side.

Maybe she didn’t hear what the fuck I’d said. Though I hated repeating myself, I’d made the exception. This, however, would be the last time. If Eden couldn’t get in the car on her own, I’d happily put her in that motherfucker.

“In the car. Right now.”

There was movement. I should’ve been rejoicing, but I was far from it. Out of my head and in a completely different world, I strapped her in and slammed the door.

Stupid.

Just fucking ignorant!

I slid into the driver's seat, mashing the gas and getting the hell out of dodge. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hands clutch the door handle and side of the seat as it began to cave around her. The seats were designed to contour to one’s frame, suitable for all driving conditions, including mine.

It wasn’t until we were on the expressway and the city noise was behind us that it quieted. All that was heard was passing cars and the purring of my engine. I gripped the wheel, forgetting how good it felt to be behind one.