Page 12 of His Prize

His hand gripped my arm, but I wrenched away from it. The first thing that needed to change was this manhandling Israel thought he could do in public. I mean, I loved it. But, I loved it behind closed doors. I wasn’t his pawn now. I wasn’t his little woman to toss and boss around. I was the head of the Moretti family empire now. I had to hold myself to a higher regard in public now.

“Bonnie,” Israel glowered.

I slid down from the stool. “You can offer me your arm like a gentleman. Otherwise, we’ll walk out separately. Understood?”

His grin grew wild. “Understood.”

I nodded. “Wonderful. Now, where’s your arm?”

He chuckled as he turned his back to me and started for the door. And while any woman would have taken that as an insult, it made me smile.

I think I’m going to enjoy this new dynamic.

And I had every intention of playing it up as much as possible.

5

Bonnie

I followedIsrael out into the parking lot, but when I slipped through the front doors, I felt someone grab my arm.

Without thinking, I turned my back to them and pressed my ass against their body before trying to flip them over my head. But an arm slipped around my throat. I threw back my head and reached for their hair, fisting it between my fingers for the grasp I needed to pull them over me and slam them onto the cement.

Until a familiar voice sounded in my ear, “My car, now,” Israel murmured.

I controlled my breathing as he tightened his arm around my throat. I nodded softly before he led me to his convertible. He had driven himself to this fucking date. He opened the back door and tossed me inside before he dipped in himself. But, the second he sat down, I climbed into his lap.

Before fisting his hair and pulling his head back, I barked, “Don’t you ever come at me like that in public again. Understood?”

He smiled broadly. “And who are you to tell me what to do, huh?”

I leaned down so close I felt his breath pulsing against my lips. “I’m the head of the Moretti family, Mr. Rossi. And I’ll take you out without a second thought.”

My plan wasn’t to seduce Israel. It wasn’t to tease him, or compromise him, or even compromise myself. But, as I straddled his lap and held his head in my hand, I felt powerful. Important. Here I was, managing to seduce the most eligible bachelor in the city, with the chance to ride his cock in the back of his car before we went back to his luxury penthouse for what would probably be another round.

I couldn't resist it myself.

My lips crashed against his, and his arms cloaked my back. I felt his cock standing at attention as my dress rode up over my hips. He slid his hands down my back. He cupped my ass cheeks with his palms. Our tongues dueled as the windows began fogging up on us, telling everyone out there exactly what it was we were doing.

And I didn’t mind it one bit.

“Fucking hell,” he growled.

I ripped his belt out of their loops. “Don’t you make me wait, Mr. Rossi. Every moment wasted is another moment I get to plan your death.”

He wrapped his hand around my throat. “You already had your chance. You’ll never get the best of me.”

I winked. “Why don’t you choke me harder? I actually kind of like it.”

He growled as he dragged my face back to his and owned my mouth with his tongue. I pulled out his cock as he gripped my lacy thong, tearing the fabric effortlessly away from my body. I gasped at the sensation. The pain of the ripping thong against my skin had nothing on how wondrous it felt to feel Israel’s cock against my entrance once more. I wasted no time in rolling my hips. I wasted no time in allowing my pussy to swallow him down.

And when he filled me to the brim, I collapsed against him.

“I’ve got you, and I’ll always have you. Understood?” he growled.

I answered him with a bite to his neck as he thrust hard into my body. I bounced with his movements as his car rocked on its chassis, with neither of us giving a care in the world. I felt swallowed whole by this man—his sounds and his words and his growls and his commanding touch. His dick throbbed against my walls, seeking the same release I wanted as my juices dripped over his pelvis. I rocked against him. I threw back my head and bounced up and down on his thick girth. His palms pawed my clothed tits while my hands pressed against his chest, steadying myself as his tightly wound curls raked against my clit.

“That’s it.”

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