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Frankie’s grip on the steering wheel tightened at my kiss, but he didn’t pull away. I could see the tension in his body, the way he was trying to hold himself back. But I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to let go, to give in to the feelings that were bubbling just beneath the surface.
I pulled away, my lips curling into a smirk. “You know I can handle myself.”
“I know you can, but that doesn’t mean I want you to.”
“It’s hot when you act possessive.”
“It’s not an act,” he grumbled.
The engine was still off, but the heat in the car was palpable. Frankie’s hands, still gripping the steering wheel, tightened even more at my words. His internal struggle was written on his face, the war between his protective instincts and his desire for me.
I leaned in to kiss him again, but his stubborn ass still wasn’t kissing me back. “Don’t punish me, Frankie. Or if you do”—I bit his lower lip gently—“punish me in ways I enjoy.”
Without hesitation, I straddled his body.
“Ari,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “You have a way of driving me fucking crazy.”
I leaned in closer, brushing my lips against his ear. “I know,” I whispered, my breath hot against his skin. “Show me how much.”
He finally released the steering wheel so he could grip my hips instead. He pulled me closer, our bodies flush against each other. His heart was pounding against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own.
With a groan, Frankie gave in. His lips crashed onto mine, his tongue demanding entrance. I opened willingly, our tongues dancing together in a rhythm that we had mastered over time. His hands roamed my body, pulling me closer as if he could merge us into one being.
The car was small, but it felt like a universe of its own. The world outside faded away until only Frankie and I remained, lost in our own little world. The tension from earlier was gone, replaced by a new kind of energy, one that was raw and primal and all-consuming.
I ran my fingers through Frankie’s hair, pulling him closer as I deepened the kiss. He brought his hands to my back, tracing patterns on my skin that made me tremble. Heat was radiating off his body, the way he was trying to get closer.
Frankie’s touch was electric, setting my body on fire. The want and need was building inside of me, a desire that only he could quench. I rocked my hips against him, feeling the hard length of him pressed against me.
I smiled against his skin, running my tongue along the shell of his ear. “Fuck me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
I reached down to his pants and found the zipper. The space was cramped, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the connection between us, the way our bodies fit together perfectly.
Frankie’s fingers found the hem of my dress, pulling it up and over my head. His eyes raked over my body, taking in every inch of me. His gaze on me was like a physical touch. He leaned in, pressing kisses to my neck, my collarbone, my breasts. I arched into him, tangling my hands in his hair as I held him close.
He then pulled out his switchblade from his pocket and without warning, cut my panties right off me in one swift motion.
I was bare to him now, completely exposed, but instead of feeling vulnerable, I felt powerful. Frankie saw me—really saw me. He knew all my flaws and imperfections, yet he still wanted me. Needed me.
We were both so fucked up in many ways. This relationship between us wasn’t definable. There was no way to describe what we were, but our chemistry knew no limits.
I freed his cock from the confines of his pants, hungry for more.
He licked his palm then moved it to my pussy, but I stopped him with, “I’m already wet for you.”
Frankie’s eyes flared at my words. He grabbed a condom out of his wallet, slid it on, then thrust his cock into me with a primal urgency that matched my own. I gasped at the suddenness of it, but quickly adjusted to the feeling of him inside of me.
He filled me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way. He gripped my hips, holding me steady as he began to move. Each thrust was hard and deep, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
Frankie’s mouth found mine again, our lips meeting in a kiss that was just as fierce as our fucking. His tongue tangled with mine, dueling for dominance as our bodies moved together in perfect harmony.
I was getting closer to the edge, my body tensing as the pleasure built up inside of me. Frankie must have sensed it, too, because he began to move faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
