Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
I gasped. “I love it.”
“You love what?”
I undulated my hips to make him move faster. “Your fingers inside me.”
“Anywhere, too, you fucking slut. You go wild when I press my thumb against your tight asshole. You squirm, just begging me to slip it in.”
I closed my eyes against the rush his visual gave me. “Yes.”
“You’re so goddamn perfect.” He growled it. “There’s no one else like you. No one,” he took a breath, “except for me.”
I trembled right on the edge, but Luka didn’t keep me waiting long. His other hand got to work, stirring and teasing, hurling me into chaos. I came hard, bearing down on the fingers buried inside and moaning his name.
Bliss was still dissipating from my core when he grabbed my panties and yanked them down. “Off.”
I lifted my hips, slipped the underwear down my legs, and abandoned them on the floorboard. Outside it was freezing, but under Luka’s intense look I might as well have been standing in the Sahara. I was so hot, I wanted to rip my dress off. He had entirely too many clothes on, too.
But rather than remove anything, he fitted his hands on my waist and urged me to get on top, straddling his lap. He pushed the curtain of my hair out of his way and kissed me with his hot mouth. Beneath me, he was hard and ready, and I ground against his erection, but it didn’t satisfy. It only made the want in me stronger. His hands crushed against my breasts, pinching and twisting, stealing my breath. It made me swivel my hips and slide my tongue against his.
His tone was sinful. “You’re making a mess on my pants, rubbing on me like that. You want me to go to work tomorrow wearing your dirty cum on me? Are you marking your territory?”
I’d done it because it felt good, but his corrupt idea got my blood to boil. “Are you my territory?”
His teeth were sharp at my neck. “Like my cock wants anyone else. Undo my pants. I fucking need to be inside you. I’m about to run out of patience and I won’t be nice when it happens.”
“You’re not nice,” I said.
His mouth curled into an evil smile. He’d warned me of that our first night together, and now I believed it, but I also knew I didn’t want nice. I slipped a hand between the space of our bodies and fumbled with his belt buckle. He didn’t help me. Worse, he got in my way as he tried to undo the zipper at the back of my dress, making the space to work in smaller. I slid the end of his belt free, dropped his zipper, and shoved my hand inside, closing it around the hot and hard bar of flesh.
The windows had frosted over so we could no longer see out of them, but foreign white light grew from outside, lighting the car interior. Another car was coming.
Suddenly, bright light poured in, and not just white. It strobed red and blue as well.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Luka dumped me out of his lap and hurried to do up his pants. “Fuck, fuck!”
I yanked up the zipper on my dress so quickly it jammed, and smoothed my hair down, tucking the sides behind my ears. Blood roared through me and my heart pounded. When my gaze went to the floorboard, I saw my discarded underwear. There wasn’t time to put it back on. The cop car had parked and a door thudded shut as the officer got out. I kicked the panties under the seat and pressed my hands into my lap.
Luka was all the way on the other side of the back seat, sitting still and calm, even though he was breathing rapidly. He looked emotionless, as if whatever was in the trunk wasn’t a terrifying concern.
The cop, a man in his forties, hadn’t reached the BMW when Luka rolled down the window as much as the safety feature would allow. The officer accessed the situation, peering into the back seat with his blinding flashlight.
“Evening, folks,” he said, his voice gruff. “Are you having car trouble?” His tone left no doubt he knew what we’d been up to when he’d arrived.
“No, sir,” Luka said. “We just stopped to have a conversation.”
“Hmm. You kids have IDs?”
Luka dug his wallet out, and handed over his driver’s license. “She left her purse at home.”
The cop stared at Luka’s ID, and then the flashlight focused in on my face. I squinted against it, unable to see anyone. Don’t look guilty, Addison.
“Everything okay, miss?”
I swallowed thickly. All it would take was one word from me. I’d had an opportunity to run tonight, but this . . . This could end it all. Not just set me free, but put Luka away. His fate rested entirely in my hands, and as my vision adjusted and I saw his face, it was clear he knew this. His eyes were desperate chaos.