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That gets him off me. He takes a couple of steps back as I straighten up and turn around.
When Elliot came back from Kay’s yesterday, he didn’t want to pretend to be nice. He was annoyed, broody. He told me to go to bed and made me touch myself until I was exhausted. I orgasmed from my own fingers until I passed out from overstimulation. This morning, I came right to the garage, and this is our first interaction.
This is what we are, him and I. One fucking interaction and it all explodes. In case I was stupid enough to convince myself that he cared, here’s the proof that nothing could ever work between us.
He runs a hand through his hair, impatience showing. He can’t stand when things don’t work his way and they always do. His manipulative behavior should make him a patient man, but it works so well that he never had to wait for anything.
He nods, seemingly accepting defeat. He won’t get information out of me, and he knows it.
So I move on for the both of us.
“I need you to take me to Racer and Logan’s repair shop.”
He snorts, looking away before realizing I’m serious. “NSC Racer? Not in your wildest fucking dreams, my love. If you want to go to a repair shop, you can go to Ashley’s.”
“Ashley is a bitch. There’s a reason I never worked with her. Racer is nice, a gentleman, and he knows what he’s talking about. I have questions for him.”
There’s a flash of annoyance before he puts his mask back in place. “Jade.” His smile is poised. “I don’t know what makes you more reckless. Admitting you’ve been working with a man from NSC for a long time. Or admitting you’ve been working with a man you think is a nice gentleman in front ofme.”
“Please,” I scoff. “Everyone already thinks I’m a traitor. What’s a little more? Racer might be NSC, but he’s been nicer to me than any Kings’ member I’ve ever known.”
His jaw works from side to side, the mask slipping. “Are you dying for me to teach you a lesson?”
I tilt my head to the side. “You know what I noticed? I’ve been holding my end of the deal. You’re having lots of fun with me, but I don’t see you finding who wants to kill me. I told you it was Ethan, and you don’t want to believe me.”
“Are you dead?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Obviously not.”
“Then Ethan doesn’t want to kill you.”
“If you’re so sure of yourself, who is it?”
“I believe it’s me right now.”
That makes me take a step back, only remembering I can’t when I feel the van hit my ass.
His smile is back, loving that I’m afraid of him.
“I bought you some clothes yesterday. Go put them on, and I’ll take you to Racer’s garage. Then, as a thank you, you’ll get on your knees and suck my dick in the parking lot. That pretty mouth needs to be kept busy before you get yourself in trouble.”
My thighs squeeze together. I’m pretty sure I didn’t mean for that to happen. Neither for my clit to tingle the way it does right now.
“In the…parking lot?”
“Yeah, at the back, where no one can see. Don’t worry.”
“Racer and Logan will be able to see.”
But of course, he knew that.
“Oh yeah. Let’s hope they’ll look away, then.”
“I really fucking hate you, you know that?” I twist in the passenger seat of Ethan’s truck. Elliot is the one driving since he doesn’t have one of his own.
I should have known him buying me clothes meant nothing good. I pull at the fishnets with wide holes, trying to get comfortable. I love the black combat boots, but I’m not sure how I feel about the pleated mini skirt. I’m wearing one of his hoodies. He loves dressing me in his clothes too much to let me wear anything else. Today is a Måneskin merch hoodie.
It does feel good to have taken the time to do my usual makeup. Cat eyes, red lipstick, black pencil on my lower eyelid. I hate to admit I feel more like myself.
