Page 46 of Wild Ride

My lips twitch into a smirk. Fuck, she’s jealous. Nowthatis sexy as shit. Lowering my head, I touch my lips to hers.

“I don’t give a fuck about her, baby.”

She tries to scramble away from me, but her attempts fail because all I do is hold her closer. Gripping her wrist tighter and placing my other hand at the center of her back, I hold her against me, not a fucking inch of space between us.

“I only give a fuck about you.”

Dakota tries to shake her head, but I press my mouth to hers, giving her a chaste kiss before I lift my head and look into those eyes that fucking own me. She’s blinking, no doubt attemptingto blink tears away because if there is anything I know about her, it’s how she can be somewhat emotional—which I find refreshing.

“That’s not the way it looked, and honestly, I don’t live here, so it doesn’t matter.”

“You’re not selling all your father’s shit and running away. This is where you belong.”

She presses her lips together, narrows her eyes on me, and snorts. “It’s not, though. I don’t belong anywhere. Not really. And especially not here. I don’t understand anything that’s happening here. Not a single thing.”

“You will,” I murmur. “I’ll teach you—everything. But you’re not leaving.”

“I can’t stay,” she exhales, although I don’t believe a single one of those words she’s just said. She can and she will stay right fucking here with me.

Clearing my throat, I tilt my head to the side and touch my mouth to hers again. This time, I start soft and easy. My lips brush hers, just a whisper of a touch before my tongue tastes her bottom lip.

She whimpers, her lips parting, and mine do the same. I brush her lips again but don’t slip my tongue into her waiting mouth. Not yet. I stay there for a breath, and then another, before she begins to melt toward me—into me.

That’s what I wanted.

Submission.

Dakota’s submission.

Sliding my tongue inside of her mouth, I taste her. She moans, and I swallow the sound, letting it fuel my desire. Flexing my hips, I press against her belly, knowing for a fact that she can feel my hardening cock behind my jeans.

I nibble on her bottom lip then break the kiss before I drag her around the side of the building, pressing her back against thewall. Lifting my head slightly, I look into her eyes, taking in the absolute gorgeousness of her flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

Just looking at her, I wish there were a way to get her on her knees right here and now, but I don’t think she would do that, and I’m not sure I would want anyone to see her vulnerable in that way.

I’m not sure what it is about her, maybe because she’s not just some whore or woman in town I’m fucking, but she is and was always meant to be mine, and I never want a single fucking person to see her vulnerable.

She is a goddamn queen. Nothing more. Nothing less.

A queen.

“What are you…”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

DAKOTA

Bullet doesn’t giveme the chance to ask him what he’s doing. Instead, his mouth is on mine again—consuming me. All of me. I want him inside of me right this second. My whole brain shuts down—again. I honestly don’t even know why I have a working brain at this point.

There is no purpose for it at all. Especially if I’m going to continue to just melt into a pile of goo every single time this man is near me.

And I am because it’s what I do.

Every damn time.

His hands reach for my shirt, and he tugs it out of my shorts before that hand is down my pants. I think about fighting him off. I know I should tell him no, but every part of me is screaming yes.

Yes.

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