Page 108 of Velvet Chains
My heart nearly jumps out of my mouth.
His woman…
Those words take me right back to the first time I saw him at Club V. Standing there like he owned the place. His words now swell with that same fierce protectiveness I saw in his gaze that night. I squeeze his hand, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions.
As Victor pulls out of the parking lot, I can’t help but stare at him, drinking in the rugged lines of his profile. His jaw is clenched, his eyes focused intently on the road ahead. But something is different about him after the ice cream shop, a wildness that radiates from his body and threatens to consume us both.
“It’s dangerous if you keep staring at me like that, kiska,” he says with a sly smirk on his lips. My heart races as I feel a familiar desire stirring within me.
Jesus, I want him so much.
I yearn to climb onto him, feel his body pressed against mine, and my throbbing clit craves the touch of his cock.
Without warning, my hand moves to his lap, feeling for the bulge in his pants. His breath catches in his throat as I unzip him, revealing his hardened length.
“Fuck, kiska,” he curses, trying to maintain control of the car. “What are you doing?”
“I’m showing you how much I want you, husband,” I tease back, my hand never stopping its motions.
With a groan, he allows me access to his cock, and immediately, I begin stroking and teasing him, causing the car to sway slightly under our movements.
“Really? NOW?” Victor gasps as my strokes become faster and more intense.
“Just a little tease,” I whisper. My lips curl into a playful smile as I lean closer to him, my voice dripping with seduction.
“This is dangerous,” he groans but can’t help moving his hips upwards, matching the rhythm of my strokes.
As we approach a red light, Victor takes a deep breath and places his hand over mine on his cock, helping me stroke him.
“Fuck, kiska, this feels so insane.” He tries to keep his eyes open, and when the light turns green, I pull my hand back.
“I want your cock inside of me,” I purr in his ear.
God, did I just say that?
Twenty agonizing minutes drag by as he drives home from the ice cream shop, each second feeling like a slow descent into hell.
My fingers cling to the edge of my seat, anticipation building with every mile.
Twenty-five miles per hour… Victor is driving so freaking slow.
And on purpose.
Cars honk from behind and pass us, drivers yelling curses out their windows as we crawl along.
“Are you trying to get revenge for my risky act?” I ask, pouting.
“Yes, I’d say this is a fitting punishment for being such a naughty girl,” Victor scolds, but there’s a playful glint in his eye.
I bat my lashes innocently. “Okay, I promise not to risk getting us killed with road hand jobs again. Scout’s honor.”
He barks out a laugh. “Somehow, I doubt you were ever a fucking Girl Scout, kiska.”
“Well, I’m trying to be good now. Doesn’t that count for something?” I slide my hand up his thigh suggestively.
Victor captures my wrist, pinning me with a heated stare. “Oh, I’ll show you what being good gets you. As soon as we’re home, I’m going to bend you over and spank that pretty ass until it’s cherry red.”
I squirm in my seat, his dirty words igniting the fire between my legs. “And then what?” I breathe.
