Dare kisses my exposed shoulder, teasing his teeth over my skin, then bites down at the base of my throat, right next to his fingers. I gasp and buck into his hand. His hold on me is firm. I’m practically trapped against him. The thought thrills me more than it should. Pain shoots through my body, but then he strokes my G-spot again, harder this time, his thumb still working, and tingles chase after the ache his bite sent through me.

My nails dig into his slacks. I’m clinging to Dare. Hishand around my neck anchors me to the moment, giving me no escape from this sweet torture. My toes tingle and pleasure swirls in my center.

I’m so close.

So fucking close.

Dare releases my skin and moves his mouth to my ear. “Say it.”

“Yes,” I moan, rocking into his touch.

“Not good enough,” he says, his voice gravelly as he removes his thumb from my clit, denying me release.

“Fine,” I practically snarl. “Fuck me, Dare.”

“Please.” He kisses the sensitive skin right beneath my ear.

“You want me to use my manners when I beg you?—”

He flexes his fingers around my neck, cutting off my words. “Stop fighting me.”

Huffing, body screaming for him, for his thumb to finish what it started, I relent. “Please, Dare,” I rasp. “Please fuck me.”

Dare’s hand slips away from my throat and he withdraws his fingers.

Is he fucking serious right now? There’s no way he’s going to work me up this much, then leave me hanging.

I turn in his lap, ignore the hardness pressing into my ass, and glare at him.

Dare studies my face for a moment, then those lips tilt into that irritating smile of his. “We’re home.”

Oh. The car’s not moving. I don’t know how long we’ve been idling at the curb. I was too caught up in what Dare was doing to me, too lost in the chaotic storm of emotions between us.

Shaking myself, I slide into the seat next to the door and fix my dress,refusing to meet his gaze.

“We’re not done,” he tells me.

Like hell. I can’t let him fuck me. It’s too dangerous. Forcing back the lust and everything I’m feeling, I don the familiar ice princess mask and meet his gaze. “Like you said, I’m tired.” And then I open the door and flee.

seventeen

ROSE

The limo doorslams behind me, and my heart jumps into my throat. Knowing Dare will soon close in, I quicken my pace and race up the steps. I reach the top in record time, breath shuddering, and frown at the doorknob. The stupid biometric lock slows me down long enough for Dare to come up behind me, his overwhelming form crowding my body. There’s a storm brewing between us. His presence charges the atmosphere until I’m unstable, unable to breathe or think about anything but how close he is and how desperately I want him.

Dare’s hands rest on either side of the door, and he presses his erection into my ass. “Are you running from me?”

“No,” I lie.

His answering chuckle is full of cocky arrogance. “Put your finger on the pad.”

God, I love that commanding tone, but I have to keepthat to myself. If I’m not careful, soon enough, Dare will know my every weakness.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I snap.

He growls and grabs my hand, pressing my thumb onto the pad. The lock flashes green. When the hell did he fingerprint me? I’m about to ask him that very question, but Dare opens the door.

I rush inside, and he follows just as quickly, snapping the door closed. My hand on my hip, I scowl at him. “You have some nerve.”