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“Tristian!” I kicked my legs and thrashed against his hold. “Put me down!”

“Stop it! I will in a second.”

“Now!”

I blinked, and I was suddenly straddling his lap, sitting on the bike with him again. Except, this time, I was sitting on his lap. Which unintentionally caused my legs to tighten around his back, making me gasp at the compromising position he’d put us in.

“Kitten likes this, huh?”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Since you’re going to continue to bitch at me, I’m just making myself a little more comfortable.”

“By making me uncomfortable?”

“You don’t look uncomfortable to me. If anything, you look quite content on my cock.”

As much as I wanted to slap him and get off his lap, I couldn’t. I hated to admit it to myself, but I didn’t want to move. It was like I was having an out-of-body experience. Out of nowhere, my feelings toward him felt warped, mixing into a cluster of emotions I didn’t expect when it came to him. I didn’t understand how I could go from hating him to wanting to stay right where I was. In his personal space.

What was going on?

It was confusing.

He was confusing.

“Why do you do this to me? You know I want nothing to do with you.”

“If that were true, you would have left already.”

“It’s not like I can call my chauffer to come pick me up. I don’t even know where we are.”

“We’re safe. Cops can’t find us back here if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“How do you know?” He didn’t have to answer. The realization hit me hard and fast. “It’s you, isn’t it? You’re the biker who outsped the cops last night.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, remaining silent.

“Where did you learn how to ride like that?”

He merely shrugged.

“And your family? Do they know?”

“What do you think?”

“Then how’d you learn?”

Again, silence.

“Is this your bike?”

He ignored my question, scolding, “I thought I made myself pretty fucking clear at lunch today. What the hell were you doing there in the first place?”

“I don’t answer to you. I can do what I want, Tristian.”

“Really?” he baited. “Whose lap are you sitting on, kitten?”

I glared at him.

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