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My pussy ached as his fingers skimmed along the sensitive skin on my inner thigh. I sank my teeth into my lip to stop the whimper trying to escape. It just felt so good to be touched again. I couldn’t believe I was allowing it when I’d denied everyone else in the last seven years. I’d never even come close.
I whipped my head to face him as his finger pushed aside my soaked panties. Our mouths brushed together as I stared into his eyes. They were so blue I felt like he could see right through me. That he knew how desperate I was.
His mouth pulled into a smile as he slid across my pussy. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Just like the little slut you are.”
I couldn’t respond as he shoved two fingers inside me. It had been so long that his intrusion made me ache. But the pain dulled quickly, turning into pleasure as he curled his fingers.
My nails pierced my skin as he pressed on that spot behind my clit. I moaned and my head fell back on the seat. Adam shifted his body, shielding me from the driver as he pulled his fingers out, then thrust in again.
“Oh, god.” I whimpered as I spread my legs wider.
I didn’t care anymore that this was a bad idea. Or that I hated him. Or maybe I wassupposedto hate him. I couldn’t remember when his touch felt like this. Like I was going to die unless I came soon.
I rocked my hips, trying to get more of the friction I needed. I watched as his thick Adam’s apple bobbed. I’d always thought it was sexy, and now I couldn’t stop myself from burying my face into his neck.
My lips brushed along his skin as I inhaled his scent. Let his warmth spread through me. Let him touch me even when I knew it was a bad idea.
“Look at you being a little slut. Letting daddy’s enemy finger fuck you in the car.” His chuckle rumbled through my body as he tortured me with his hand. “Is this what you want? To use me to piss off dear old dad like you did before.”
Contempt dripped from his voice. I wanted to tell him it wasn’t true, but I was too lost to form the words. My mind was hazy. I was drowning in his touch.
He always did this to me. Made me lose myself. Forget what was important. Forget I was the only one I could trust.
“Adam, please.” I had no idea what I was begging for. For him to keep going. To stop. For him to listen.
I grasped his thick biceps as I gasped for air. The blood pounded through my veins. My stomach tightened. I clenched around him. My body was on the edge of exploding.
I froze as his free hand grasped my throat. His eyes were cold as he shoved me back against the door. His fingers harshly pumped in and out of me as he cut off my air.
Fear mixed in my veins, making my heart beat faster. My body clenched around him even as I knew how twisted this was. Even as I saw the hatred on his face.
“No, you don’t get to say my name. Keep it out of your mouth.” I whimpered, my body taut, gasping for air. I didn’t know if I was reacting to his anger or the sensations running through me; it didn’t really matter anymore. Nothing mattered but this moment. Feeling good for a second before I had to face the guilt again.
“Tell me what you want, Ariella.”
I could hear how wet I was as he pulled his fingers out. Roughly he spread my arousal over my clit, torturing as he forced me to say the words.
A choked sound left my lips as he squeezed my neck. The harsher he touched me, the closer I felt to combusting. I realized he wasn’t the only fucked up one.
“I want to come.” I grasped his jacket as I rolled my hips into his hand.
I was completely surrounded by him. Trapped between past and present. Between love and hate.
The only thing that was real was the overwhelming sensations in my body. The ache as my empty center squeezed. The pleasure building in my veins as I begged for release.
“You want to come on my fingers?” He growled as he shoved them back inside me, making me gasp and moan.
“Yes.” I whimpered as he curled and pressed into the perfect spot.
His thumb dug into the pulse on my neck, cutting off more of my air. My head started to feel fuzzy. My vision narrowed to him as I fucked myself on his hand. Rocking my hips to push him deeper inside. I wanted more. Needed it. Needed him.
“On my mouth?” He sounded disgusted as he made me confess what I wanted. He lightened his grasp on my neck so I could answer.
“Anything, please. I need it.” I didn’t care if I sounded desperate. I was desperate. Losing my goddamn mind because, after so long, he was actually here, touching me.
He shifted until I felt his hard length pressed into my leg. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I was locked in place. Held captive by the way he tortured me.
“My cock?”
