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Cohen
Checking my watch for the third time with a subtle tilt of my wrist, I raise a brow. Twenty minutes. Annie is never late.
I stretch my long legs out in the back of the spacious town car idling outside of her building and cross them at the ankle.
Her lateness will delay me for my meeting, but Dad won’t care. He wanted me to step into the position the family prepared for me right away, but I was more interested in working my way up if I was going to take over for Dad someday. Call it my way of checking under the hood.
Unlike everyone else in my family and my cousins—the Mastrianos—I don’t like taking things I’m given at face value.
I’m not as involved as my cousins. My mom didn’t want Uncle Albert to have me in his employ at all, but it’s a way of life for us. She had to let me into the organization eventually.
Dad says I’ll need to step up my game once the deal with Noble goes through, but for now I’m enjoying the way things are because it gives me more freedom to torment my prize: Annie Noble.
At last the doorman holds the big glass door for her, but she doesn’t greet him today. I smirk as she approaches the town car without question. I’ve been waiting all morning for this thrill: the moment she realizes she’s getting in the car with her big bad wolf.
Annie reaches the town car and gets in, distracted from the world around her. She swipes beneath her eyes and I catch a hint of wetness shining on her fingertips. I click a button on the side console and a privacy screen divides us from my driver.
“Chilly day to forget your coat. Don’t you have classes all day?”
My smirk stretches when she jumps and swings a disbelieving, accusatory glare at me across the leather seat. Her eyes still glisten with the telltale hint of tears.
“You—What are you doing here?” Annie demands.
She’s adorable when she’s angry, all puffed up and self-important. It gets my dick hard in my dark gray, pressed slacks.
I shrug and shift closer to her, offering her the heavy wool coat draped across my knee. “You can borrow mine today. I think you’ll look good in it. Can’t have my precious fiancée going cold, can I?”
The change in her face is immediate as she shoves my hand away, a pinch forming between her dainty brows, her cheeks pinking, and her lips pursing.
“Don’t call me that, you prick.” Annie flips her pretty blonde waves over her shoulder and crosses her arms as she settles back against the seat. A beat goes by before she speaks again, waving her hand to the divider. “Well? I’m already late enough as it is. Are you taking me to class or not? I’m happy to get out of this car and—”
I click the lock button on my side before she can finish reaching for the handle. She huffs out a breath and settles against the smooth leather, glaring out the window as the car pulls into morning traffic.
The car doesn’t make it two full blocks before she speaks again.
“Fuck you, Cohen,” Annie mutters.
I grin and reach across the back of the seat to play with her hair. She twitches her head away, but can only go so far in the confines of the car. I bury my fingers in her soft hair and lean closer.
“Gladly, sweetheart,” I croon in her ear, stroking the shell of her ear. “I’m sure I can dig up a switchblade somewhere in this car. Mario always leaves a spare behind. Want me to cut a hole in those tights so you can sit on my lap and ride my cock on the way to campus?”
She gives a satisfying, half-aborted shudder, like she’s trying to control her body’s natural response to stimulus.
The image I’ve spun sits in my head for a minute and I shift on the seat to adjust my erection. Fuck, it would be hot to feel her thighs straddle me, to fist my hands in her skirt and direct her hips as I fuck her, to send her off to class with my come dripping down her ruined tights.
That fantasy will definitely be one I revisit later in the shower with my hand around my dick.
I trail my gaze down her fuzzy sweater over her tits and down to her thighs. With my other hand I tease my fingers up the inside of her leg and reach beneath her skirt with a deep hum. She’s got a hot little body that I’d love to defile before eight in the morning in the back of our swanky ride.
Annie snatches my hand with a sharp, throaty sound and digs her nails in. She glares at me like I’m the shit stuck to the bottom of her expensive shoes. Her cheeks are tinged as rosy as her parted lips.
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare,” Annie snarls, taking tiny puffs of breath between each angry word.
My lips curl up and I gloat at her reaction. Maybe it makes me some kind of masochist to revel in Annie’s claws. She’s a sweet, venomous pit viper that I look forward to taming. Soon enough, she’ll be singing my tune and bowing down to me as her master.
There’s nothing she can do to get out of marrying me. The deal’s as good as done at this point.
Leaning back in my seat, I run my fingers over my lips and glance out the window. I can make out our tinted reflection in the window, Annie a bright spot against my charcoal suit and my dark hair.
