Page 23 of Curiosity

“That’s disgusting,” I scoffed, shaking my head. “I thought you were attempting to get to know me — not my pussy. And yet, here you are, ushering me out the door to be tended to by your driver. It’s insulting – but it’s fine. I’ll take the hint.”

I turned to head out the door, and he followed, grabbing my arm before I could take the first step.

“I’m not a fan of your bratty behavior right now,” he said, dragging me against him.

“What if I don’t give a fuck what you’re a fan of?”

His eyes narrowed into a glare for a few seconds before he shook his head. “All this because I’d like to get you home at a reasonable time?”

“All this because you think I’m stupid, and can’t tell thatsomethingchanged from when you stepped away for a moment and came back telling me it was time to go home.”

He sighed. “Fine – something came up. You happy?”

“No,” I laughed. “But, I’m going home, so… whatever, right?” I snatched away from him, headed to where his driver had already opened the back door of the sleek black luxury SUV for me.

“Celeste!” he called after me, but I’d already climbed inside.

“Can we go?” I asked the driver, who instead of looking at me, looked at Elias.

Because I wasn’t the one who signed his paychecks, obviously.

“Yes,” Elias agreed, and I sat back, relieved, as the door closed.

That relief only lasted a moment.

The door on the other side opened, and Elias climbed in, taking a seat beside me. He pressed a button somewhere that rolled up a partition I didn’t even know existed, then turned to face me.

“This is too much,” I said, crossing my arms.

“How is it too much, Celeste? You threw a tantrum to get my attention, now you have it.”

My mouth dropped. “Be for real right now – I didn’t wantanyof this.Youbarged into my life, my business, and my body, you’ve done nothing butdemandmy attention,” I snapped. “But the moment I let you know you’re being dismissive, you want to act as if I’m some clingy loser bitch? Boy, kiss my ass.”

“Wow,” he laughed. “I see I’ve upset you.”

“Impeccable powers of discernment,” I declared. “Perfect way to round out thisincredibledate.”

I was barely surprised when he snatched me out of my seatbelt, then my seat, dragging me onto his lap. No regard for the fact that we were in a moving vehicle. I didn’t make that shit easy though, resisting the whole way until I felt how hard he was between my legs.

It was like a switch suddenly flipped in me, anger and arousal fusing together to make me just…pliant.

“I’m sorry for the abrupt shift that happened at the house.” He paired his apology with a gaze locked on mine and a hand wrapped around my neck, keeping me from looking away. “I should not have invited you tonight – I was impatient, and expected you to simply… adapt. I see that was a mistake.”

I whimpered as his other hand slid between my legs, skimming the soft lace he’d chosen for me to wear under the dress.

“Nothingcame up— I needed you away from me so I wouldn’t do this,” he murmured, pulling my face to his at the same time as he slid my panties aside for better access.

“But Iwantyou to do it,” I admitted, rocking into his fingers. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Don’t say that,” he hissed, pushing deeper.

“Don’t say what?”

“That you want me to fuck you.”

“But I do.”

“Yes, but… if you keep saying it… it makes it harder to resist.”

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