Page 60 of Tempted By Poison

Her eyes squint at me like she wants to retaliate before a faint smile appears, and she focuses back forward. I do the same.

I have to contain the groan and clench my teeth so I don’t lean over and create more marks on her silky skin. Whatever worries that I had about her that plagued my mind are long gone now. Was it a mistake to tell her to get dressed in the car? Fuck no.

Am I distracted? Yes and no.

She pulls it over, but now her wild curls fall all over. I grin, reaching over and moving some curls out of her face. Once she can see, she smiles at me again. “Thanks, darling.”

A beating pattern erupts again in my chest, warming my cold soul. That smile would never grow old to me. It's so pretty and rare that it gives me a special kind of carnal feel.

I look back at the road, but that doesn't last for long because now she stands up to pull her jeans down. Her back’s bent over, pressed against the roof, her hair’s falling down over her face again. That intoxicating smell is fucking drugging me. My mouth salivates like a dog.

I don’t get a good glimpse of her full breasts, but I see parts and snippets, the nipples I want to lick and nip. She glides her pants down past her thighs inch by inch, each dip her waist tips to both sides hastily. Like she knows I’m watching.

I need to start a conversation before I pull over and do something I cannot do at the moment.

“Jax will be meeting us there.” I face the road again, the heat making its way up my back despite my coat being off.

She lets out a small groan as she sits back down and pulls the rest of her pants off. “I don’t trust him. He could be standing with Victor waiting for us as we speak.”

“He can try. But my wrath is much stronger and deadlier,” I say with confidence. “At his cabin, I pulled a gun on him.”

She folds her pants, setting it in the back seat. Making sure to brush her warm tit across my bare arm. I steal another look. Now, she only wears—

God dammit woman.

My throat tightens as she fixes herself in the seat, wearing only her black lace bra and matching sets of underwear. Her curvy waist and toned legs ready and eager to be licked and bit. My hands tingle from the memory of me gripping them and squeezing her plush ass as I fucked her. The slapping sounds we made when I thrust into her. I tap down on my teeth because she is practically naked.

I'm happy the windows are tinted. And not a faded tint, it’s black tint. You can’t see shit in my truck.

I grip the steering wheel to contain myself. My dick is so hard it hurts.

“A gun on him?” She continues to talk normally as if she’s not sitting in my passenger seat, ass bare on the leather. I’ll never clean that seat again. When she leaves, I'm going to take a whiff too for good measure.

I clear my throat. “Yes. He didn’t want to stay back, so I held the gun to his head. Crazy motherfucker pulled the gun closertohis head.”

“That’s not crazy. It’s just stupid,” she sneers, grabbing her black shirt from the car floor and opening it.

One of the few people that thinks like me, and I can’t help the prideful smile that broadens on my lips. But I also vividly remember me doing that same thing to her. At that time, I was just betting she wouldn't pull that trigger. She could’ve easily shot me.

She fluffs out her shirt to put on, that only causes her tits to jiggle, and now it's a damn inferno. Alright, now I very much regret it. I bite down on my jaw, twisting the knob of the AC. Let's amp it up to blast.

“Are you hot?” she says nonchalantly, and I meet her gaze. It’s like she knows what she's doing to me.

I grin, looking back at the road. “For you always.”

“Simmer down,” she says lowly, and I can hear the smile on her lips. The one that she’s trying to hide behind those sprawling curls. While keeping my focus on the road, I reach over and find her chin through the wild roots of her hair and cup it. She doesn't snatch it away, but allows me to lift her face to me, revealing what was hiding. That beautiful face that makes my mind go blank from everything else buther.I don't even recall the conversation I had with my father because one look at her and all my past pain disappears. I glance down at her plump lips. I can’t forget how soft and smooth they are.

I wonder how her lips would feel wrapped around my cock, licking around the skin and all the sensitive nerve endings at the head. My dick thickens at the thought of it. Will she cry for me again when my dick is deep in her throat?

“You want to crash?”

She snaps me out of my incessant thoughts with her pinched brows and an amused expression. “Good point.” I refocus and adjust my pants, alleviating my cock from pressing angrily against the zipper.

“If things go according to plan, what's the next move? How do you plan to get his daughter back? It's such a large request. She can be anywhere in this world.” She folds her shirt over her head and smooths it down. I reach over again and help pull her hair out from the shirt.

“I know a little about a group called the Guerrillas. I've taken down multiple of their transactions, but I can never get to the source. Much like Victor, they continue to multiply like termites, and there is no end to the madness.”

She makes a disgusted huff. “Men who want nothing more than to destroy women's dignity make me sick. We can get an answer out of Victor if that time comes.”

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