Page 48 of Break You

He brought his lips tantalizingly close, his breath dancing on the shell of my ear as he spoke. “My car’s right there.”

I looked in the direction he jutted his chin, and sure enough there was the same car he had been in the day we met.

I was about to decline his offer again when the image of him fucking Cherie in the back seat swam into my mind. I wasn’t sure if it was my competitive streak or jealousy, pure and simple, but the flashback had me reaching up and pulling on his neck, drawing his lips down to mine.

As ever when we kissed, it was punishing. The line between pleasure and pain was not only blurred, but I had no idea which side I wanted to be on. Bringing him pain brought me pleasure, and I took weird pleasure in my own pain. It was a first for me. I clawed my nails across the back of his neck, knowing it would leave a mark, and enjoying the power of being able to brand him. I tore my lips away from his reluctantly.

“You can drop me at the subway, that’s all. Now, before someone sees us.” My voice betrayed the height of my arousal, and I hated that. Hated that he knew what he did to me, and how much he affected me, though I loved knowing that I did the same to him.

We speed walked across the grass, and when the car door opened and a driver stepped out, I stopped in my tracks. I guessed this was an example of rich people problems. The thought of the driver hadn’t even crossed my mind before, but as he was standing in front of me, I was put off by the idea of doing whatever I was about to do with Xavier in front of a member of his staff.

As though reading my mind, Xavier reached around me, bracing each of his hands on the roof of the car, either side of my head, and pressing his body to mine, thrusting his erection against my butt. He spoke under his breath, and directly into my ear, while I tried to ignore the sparks flying from his body to mine.

“Don’t worry about Tony. There’s a privacy screen. Besides which, he’s seen—”

I didn’t want to know the details of what had gone on in the back seat of his car with women who weren’t me.

“Shut up.” He did, reaching down to open the door and push me inside. I let myself be pushed.

“Which station?”

I’d barely answered him before he was on me like a rabid fox in a henhouse. He pressed a button on the shelf between the front and back of the car, and the clear glass darkened. I was so horny, I was prepared to pretend we were alone, even if I wasn’t entirely sure we were.

We tore at each other’s clothes with little concern for buttons, zippers, or any other barriers to exposing our naked flesh, continuing our wild kiss as we went. As I bit and sucked his lips and tongue, and tore at his skin, my arousal climbed to dizzying heights. We were side on, facing each other on the soft kid-leather seats, but I pulled back from our kiss again to scramble to my knees on the seat facing the back window, but looking sideways at him.

“Fuck me from behind, I don’t—”

“Want to see my face when you come?” He finished for me.

“Yeah. And hurry up, I have to get home.”

“No.” I felt my eyebrows shoot up.

“No what?”

“No, I won’t fuck you from behind. And no, I won’t do it quickly.”

“Wha—” What the actual fuck was wrong with him?

“I want to see your reactions. Specifically, I want to watch how conflicted you are when I make you come undone all over my dick. How much you hate how much you love it.”

Even as I was dripping like a faucet for him, and his words made me squirm with desire, I also wanted to slap him across his smug face. Not only did I detest what my body did when I was around him, but I also resented that he could read me well enough to know exactly what was going through my mind.

“Fuck you.” I spat the words as though they were poison.

“Be careful what you wish for, Angry Girl. I’m about to do exactly that, and it’s not going to be pretty. Oh, and I want you totally naked for me.”

“No way.”

“We’ll see.” He moved so fast I didn’t anticipate it, and by the time I realized what he was doing, it was too late. For a tall guy, he moved like a fucking panther. In the blink of an eye he was straddling me and had both of my wrists gripped in his large hand, pulled high above my head on the plush leather seats.

I bucked and wriggled, trying to get free of his grasp.

“Not gonna happen, sweetheart.” Ugh. That word. I knew he didn’t mean it, and the saccharine sarcasm of it smarted as though he’d hit me.

I struggled harder, kicking out at the divider between the front and back of the car.

“Stop it, or Tony will think there’s something wrong, and lower the privacy screen. I’m happy to fuck you in front of him, or anyone, for that matter, but I got the impression before that you wouldn’t be okay with that.”

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