I stormed toward the waiting limo, a classic black stretch, and flung open the back door when I reached it. As I got inside I slammed the door behind me. Noah glanced up from where he was perched on the edge of his black leather seat, eyes rimmed red, looking beautiful and fucking broken. I wasn’t sure why, but that made me angrier. He was mine and he should be happy about it, even though he didn’t have a single fucking reason for that. I slid over and cupped my hand behind his head before I sealed my lips over his. The soft fire of his mouth was addicting.
Noah shoved at me and panted for breath. “What are you doing?”
“Drive until I say otherwise,” I barked at the man behind the wheel. “Put up the divider.”
“Yes, sir,” the man said, and the black partition slid up with a soft whir.
“Wait,” Noah rasped out as I shoved his white suit coat off his shoulders. I was thinking he’d figured out who he belonged to already, but he pushed at my hands as I began to unbutton his white shirt, so I simply ripped it open. Buttons flew. He gasped, and I moaned at the pure white undershirt that was still in my way. “Why?” he asked as I shoved up the annoying fabric.
I leaned forward and grasped his pointed pink nipple between my teeth. “You’re going to learn who you belong to, and it isn’t some snot-nosed kid.” I flicked my tongue over the nub and he shuddered.
“Ouch, that hurts,” he whimpered, but he arched his back, and I flicked my tongue over his abused nipple and dropped my hand down to rub at the hard-on pushing out the front of his pants. He grasped my wrist but didn’t try to shove me off, and a sinking feeling like maybe I was winning the battle but not the war slammed into me. I couldn’t stop myself from making a wreck of this. I should ease him into things, even if I wanted to own him. I should use my fucking head, but my cock throbbed and my blood was on fire, and I wanted inside him—yesterday.
“Hurts or only sort of aches?” I asked and bit the pretty pink peak again.
He whimpered and thrust his hips so he could rub his trapped cock against my palm.
“I’ll stop—” I sucked on the skin I’d made red, soothing it with my tongue. “—if you’re in real pain or real danger.”
He grunted and didn’t say anything, so I attacked his chest until he was writhing on the spot. I kept the friction from my hand too light, no matter how he chased my touch. No, he wasn’t getting off that way. I unbuckled his belt.
“You’re mine now, right? So, I get what I want.”
“You’ll stop if you’re hurting me?” he asked, and the scared little tone had my cock harder than hell but also smacked me upside the head and knocked a few brain cells together.
“Yeah.” While I honestly didn’t want to give him an out, I added, “You’re still married to me and you’ll go back to my house, but if you give the word, I’ll rein myself in.”
He scowled. “Then what’s the point of letting me say no? You’re still going to do whatever you want. I don’t get a fucking choice to leave.”
Fury smashed through me again. “I’m being goddamned generous. I don’t have to do anything for you or be nice at all,” I hissed and tugged down his pants and underwear.
His eyes widened, and his precarious position seemed to rush in on him all at once because he flailed and tried to grab at his pants, but I was too fast for him and snagged his shoulders. I turned him and shoved, putting him on his knees with his ass in the air and his face pressed against the leather seat. He tried to push into an upright position, but I put one hand on the back of his neck, and he turned his head and growled. The car rocked gently, and the sensation that we were speeding into something dangerous tweaked my adrenaline and made me want to fuck him even more than I already did.
“Wait.”
“I’ll stretch you first. I’m not a total dick,” I snapped at him, then spit in my hand. He tensed under my grip, and I shoved at his pants until they were around his knees, then swore and spit in my palm again. I did it a few more times until I had my fingers sopping, then delved into the one tight, warm place I’d been thinking about since I’d kissed him in the shower last night.
“Yes.” I swirled my fingers around his pucker and let out a sigh. “Your husband wants in. Open up.”
He shuddered and buried his face against the seat. I tried to ease my fingers into him, but he was tight as a drum. There were small sounds I realized were tears, and I sank into my anger because I wasn’t prepared for the alternative where I felt like a fucking prick. I teased his hole.
“Are those tears for Christian? Trust me, he’ll be fuckin’ someone else soon. Guy like him? He might even bang someone at the reception. You can always go back to him after we’re divorced if he’s less of a prick than I think. You’re also in trouble. If you know I want you to do something, especially getnaked, you damned well do it in the future.”
Leaning down, I spat directly into his crack and worked it down around his hole, then slid the tip of my pointer into his body and hissed at the heat. He shivered and stilled, going deadly quiet. I wasn’t sure what the fuck was going on, if this was another rebellion from him, but I’d fuck a response out of him. I’d have him begging to come. I opened my pants. When I was free of my underwear and my shaft was pointing toward the ceiling, I held my hand out to him.
“Spit. The well’s running dry.”
He shook his head, and I shrugged.
“Have it your way.” I pressed against his hole and gritted my teeth at the pressure I was putting on my cockhead trying to get into him. “Je-sus,” I whispered. “Christ you’re tight.”
There was a small unhappy sound, and since I wasn’t completely evil, I reached around to start jerking Noah off. My mood dove when there was no hard-on there, and I backed away from the edge of perfection. I’d gone too fucking far, too fucking fast. The car hit a bump and I steadied myself with my hands on the seat at his sides. Leaning up on my knees, I pulled my pants up and stuffed my softening cock back where it probably should’ve stayed to begin with.
What the fuck had I been thinking? I sat down on the floor and drew him onto my lap. He was solid and warm but stiff as a board in my arms. Tears ran down his face and I wanted to rip my hair out. “Why the crying? Over a rough fuck in a limo? This can’t be the worst place you’ve had sex.”
“Fuck you.” He sniffled and wiped at his face. He was a wreck. I’d destroyed his shirt, and there would be no way for us to go inside without everyone knowing what we’d been up to. But then again, that’s what I’d wanted, wasn’t it? To take something from him? Maybe his pride? Sighing, I shook my head at myself and wished I hadn’t allowed my anger to get the best of my common sense. Of course, if I was a completely reasonable man, I wouldn’t be here right now.
“Tell me what’s going on.”
