Page 61 of Broken Promises

“That’s rapey!”

“I wouldn’t give that advice to anyone else, but Reid? Yeah, it would fix all your problems. If you want to keep punishing him, I suggest letting me rail you in front of him while he’s tied up in the corner. He’d be so mad.”

“You’re the worst fucking person on the planet,” I scolded, slapping at his hand when he reached over to place it on my thigh. “Stop it!”

“Face it, you like my hands on you. Stop hitting me, or I’ll crash the car.”

“Fuck you.”

“Say please and I’ll think about it,” he teased, a gasp leaving me as he fisted my hair and yanked me a little closer. “If you want to keep using your mouth, wrap it around my cock.”

“Make me,” I taunted, almost wishing he would. A weird part of me liked that he wasn’t afraid to be rough with me, and his demanding side pissed me off and turned me on at the same time.

He saw right through me, knowing I liked it, and heat filled my body as he released me to unbutton his pants. My tongue darted out to lick my lips as he pulled himself free, his eyes flicking from the road, to me, then back to the road on repeat.

There was no warning before he unbuckled my seat belt and fisted my hair again, shoving my face down into his lap.

“Watch the piercings on your teeth,” he said gently, despite the rough grip he had on me, and his hips jerked as I put him in my mouth without argument. “Jesus, just like that.”

I put my knees on the seat so I was in a more comfortable position, taking him deeper until he forced my head down all the way and choked me.

I tried to pull back in a panic, but he held firm, his voice low. “So good for me.”

I choked more, my hands going to his thigh to try and pull back.

Was this how I died? Death by dick?

What a slutty way to go out.

He let me go, and I pushed back to suck in air, glaring at him. “What the fuck was that for?”

“A bit of panic is good.”

“For who?”

“Me. Your throat goes nice and tight,” he grinned, and for some stupid reason, I laughed.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Certified. Go on, choke on my cock some more. If you’re really good, I’ll pull over.”

I leaned closer, biting his ear and making him hiss.

“Or you could pull over right now.”

“You want to mess around out here where anyone could see us? What would Reid think?” he teased, cursing when I leaned back down to put him back in my mouth.

I was rougher this time, a grunt leaving him as I took one of the metal balls between my teeth and tugged slightly.

He seemed to like it, so I did it again with another bar, sensing him turn off the road and pull over somewhere.

I was yanked off him, his mouth slamming against mine as he hauled me almost into his lap. I scrambled to straddle him, cursing as I smacked my head against the roof of the car in the small space.

We learned this lesson last time. There wasn’t enough room in the car.

He reclined the seat to give us a little more space, his hand slipping into my bra to grab my knife. At first, I had no idea what he was doing, but then I startled as he reached between us with the knife to cut my jeans. It was way too close to my fucking coochie, and these jeans were one of only a couple I owned.

“Hey!”

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