Page 57 of Sweetest Revenge

His chuckle ignited a burst of need through me. The men I had been with never treated my body like he had. Like it was a pleasure to fuck, to lick, to look at. Oral had been a nuisance, always met with resistance and never given.

But he changed that for me, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Warren was something of a pleasure dom, and even under these circumstances, I loved it. But it was loosening my resolve, making me forget why I’d gone to the auction in the first place.

His hand reached out to grab my thigh, something that had my heart skipping in my chest and that same heat pooling in my belly once more. He raised it up further and further unti?—

“Keep your hands on the wheel,” I ordered with a shy voice.

“Free use, remember?” he reminded me with a wicked grin and continued to tease me as his fingers worked their way up and under my dress.

I wasn’t sure if he was doing it to mess with me or distract me, but it was working. My legs opened for him, needing to feel him again.

His fingers brushed my damp underwear.

“Maybe we can play with this newfound kink of yours,” he murmured as his fingers brushed against my clit.

I groaned and spread my legs as far as they’d go.

There was a loud sound outside that had my eyes popping open and looking at him, closely followed by a bump, and Warren’s hand left me to gripped the steering wheel hard, his eyes flashing to the rearview mirror.

When he slowed down, my heart started to beat fast in my chest. All the horniness had left me and ice cold fear replaced it.

“Warren, what was that?—”

I was interrupted by another loud noise, and Warren’s eyes looked down to the dash. A bright red light was on. He seemed calm, but his jaw ticked.

“It’s the tire,” he said and turned into a small corner of the highway that was mostly dirt. My hands were gripping everything they could with a vise-like grip, deathly scared of what was going to happen to us.

I knew him driving was a bad idea, but he hadn’t fucking listened to me, and now we were going to die?—

The car finally came to a halt, but we were too close to the road for my liking, and I?—

“Are you okay, Addi?”

Goose bumps rose on my skin as the cold air hit me, my dress doing nothing to protect me from it. I wrapped my arms around my waist. My eyes searched the small area, but it was almost pitch black save for the car’s headlights, and we were totally alone.

What if we’re stuck out here?

A tugging caught my attention. Warren was pulling his hand from mine. Only then had I realized in my panic haste I had grabbed it. I quickly let go and he got out from the driver’s seat, shutting the door behind him.

“What do we do?” I asked, unable to keep the fear from my voice. Lights were sparse on the trail down, and since we’d left early, it would be a while before other people drove by. “Warren?”

He didn’t answer me as he popped the trunk open.

“Answer me!” I growled. “Now’s not the time for you to ignore me.”

A noise sounded from behind me. I let out a shocked scream, my head swiveling toward the sound. There were trees surrounding the road on all sides, spanning far up into the sky, covering the moon, and casting darkness on everything around us.

Oh god, I hope it’s not a wolf.

Another noise sounded, and I jumped, instantly turning away to run, but my path was blocked by Warren’s chest. Thank god. The coward in me curled into him for support. I couldn’t hate her for it right now, though. My heart was beating so fast, it threatened to burst out of my chest.

Warmth enveloped me as he placed something soft over my shoulders. It smelled like him. My fingers grabbed it, tugging it closer.

When he stepped back, I realized he’d given me his suit jacket, and he was in nothing but a white button-up that was pulled tightly across his chest.

“Come stand by me,” he said, handing me a flashlight.

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