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My hands shake on the wheel, but I grip it tighter. I’m out of control, reckless in the moment. The hold I have over my temper is gone. Instead it’s burning me up with a heat hotter than the fucking sun.
Thisis why I keep emotion at bay. This is why I shut it down at all costs. Why I’m composed and calculated. If I were to truly unleash the firestorm raging inside me, I’d burn the world down.
As we speed through the black canyons, it becomes too much. I can’t drive when I’m blinded by fury. I’m seconds away from doing some dumb shit like flipping the car and killing us both. I’m reminded of the best piece of advice Papa gave me. Many, many years ago…
Emotion is a weakness. Stupid people are emotional. Smart people know better.
I hit the brakes as abruptly as I smashed on the gas. The Rolls-Royce convertible whips out of control for a couple seconds. Tires screeching fills the quiet air. We come to a jerky halt amid dust and cacti and no other soul for miles.
Falynn sits in shock. Her fingers are gripping the overhead handle. Her breath is audible. Her hair a windswept, albeit sexy, mess about her shoulders.
My breathing’s worse. It’s ragged and animalistic. I suck in some air and expel it from my lungs a second later. Then I scrub a hand over my face.
“Is everything okay?” she asks softly.
I grunt like a beast. It’s the best I can do at the moment.
Her hand slides into my lap. It catches my attention, distracting me enough from the flame of anger burning in my chest. I look over at her.
Fucking hell.
She’s biting her lip. She has those round, alluring eyes on me, framed by thick lashes. I recognize the look immediately—it hasfuck mewritten all over it. It’s the look she had when she gave me that trap of a lap dance. Is this another fucking ploy of hers?
“Thank you for what you did,” she says.
“I did a lot of shit tonight…including almost breaking some fucktard’s hand.”
“Dominico was getting me a drink. Then he came up. He thought I was a…a,you know.”
I scoff. “A prostitute? Probably because every other girl there has a price on her pussy.”
“It doesn’t matter. You didn’t have to get involved, but you did. Thank you.”
“Let’s get it straight—you’re my woman. You’remine. Just like my businesses, like my territory. I will not tolerate another man touching my—”
“Property?” Her tone is almost amused.
Yeah, she’s fucking with me.
My gaze darkens. “You agreed to this. You knew what you were signing up for.”
“You’re right,” she whispers. She holds my gaze and slides her hand up my thigh, near my groin. “And I don’t regret it. Not for one second. I’m yours, so do it.Makeme yours.”
A beat passes as her words linger in the air. Then we’re launching ourselves at each other, crushing our lips together in a bruising kiss. I grip her arms by the elbows, dragging her across her seat and the gears, into my lap. A moan slips out of her as I part her lips with my tongue and taste her mouth.
So sweet. So delicious.
But I’m an impatient man. As I kiss her hard, I push away the low neckline of her dress. Her breasts spill into my palms, soft and a delectable weight with pebbled nipples. I break away from her mouth to kiss a path down the column of her neck and then breasts. She arches into me, perched in my lap, her head tilting back. I flick my tongue over her hardened nipples, at first fast, and then slowing up for torturous circles.
A strangled moan leaves her, and she grinds against me. Her own little tease, she reminds me how close that sweet pussy of hers is to my hardening cock. Just a couple layers of fabric separates us.
Pieces of clothing that need to be done away with immediately.
I suck and tease her nipples some more while sliding a hand under her dress. I shove aside her thong and sink two fingers into her. She groans and rocks her hips, fucking herself on my digits, coating them in her slick cream. Her pussy walls pull at my fingers, silky, hot, and tight.
My hard-on twitches as I imagine it’s my dick, not my fingers, she’s milking.
Fuck. I need to be inside her right now.
