Page 22 of Million Dollar High

Her eyes popped open and her gaze collided with his reflection on the windshield. His features were tortured, but he wasjust as turned on as she was, the blaze between them incandescent and destructive.

“Noah—”

“Do not fucking say my name,” he snarled thickly.

He hooked his fingers deeper, almost lifting her off her feet. Pain exploded alongside pleasure. Leaving her poised on her tiptoes, he pumped his fingers five times. Then stopped. Her skin tingled with the precursor to release. She flexed her hips, half out of her mind with the need to come.

“You’re not trying to fuck yourself into orgasm without my permission, are you?” he asked. “You think you deserve to come, baby? After destroying me like you have tonight?”

The thought that he intended to leave her hanging hadn’t even occurred to her. Now it whizzed through her like super-amped electricity. Her mouth dropped open in shock.

His lips twisted in a macabre smile. “Now you’re getting the idea.” His hand left her throat. She almost begged him to put it back. But when he roughly palmed her breast, her sob died in her throat. He squeezed her tight, tugged painfully on the stiff peak until the pain in her pussy and her nipple connected in a blast of white-hot lightning.

Again, he tortured her until she teetered on the brink of release, then stopped.

Pulling his fingers out of her tight wetness, he pressed them against her lips. “Savor your flavors, baby. Describe to me what it tastes like.” He shoved two fingers into her mouth.

Biting back a frustrated sob, she sucked greedily, the wet sounds pulsing around the empty parking lot. She licked him clean, the tangy flavors adding to the heady joy of having those strong fingers in her mouth.

“How does it taste?” he crooned in her ear.

She swallowed and tried to speak around a throat clogged with desperation. “Umm… it’s okay?”

He pulled his fingers out of her mouth. “Just okay? You sure? Are you certain you don’t taste like Slippery Witch? Or Shamelessly Wet Heart-Breaker?”

The bitterness in his voice ripped at her heart. “What do you want from me?” she demanded brokenly. “You won’t accept that I’m sorry, that I never meant to hurt you. What do you want?”

“What do I want? Right now, I want you on my tongue. I’m going to eat your faithless little pussy so good, you’ll wish you never met me. Because after tonight, you’ll never feel my mouth or my hands, or my cock inside you, again, so treasure this punishment.”

This time the sob broke out, a ragged little sound she tried to bite off but couldn’t.

His warmth left her as he straightened, then crouched behind her.

Rough hands reached for her panties. He started to lower them, but with an impatient hiss, he tore them off before they were halfway down her legs. He threw the flimsy fabric on the hood. Her gaze landed on the tattered material, a brazen reminder that she was bare-assed, open to whatever Noah intended to do to her.

“Did you say you had a board meeting in the morning?” His question was deceptively soft as his large hands framed her ass. He parted the globes and her belly spasmed as his warm breath caressed the sodden space between. Her thighs shook with the effort to remain upright.

“Y… yes.”

“Good. I’m going to make your ass so fucking sore, you won’t be able to move tomorrow without thinking of me. Without knowing what being a bitch has earned you.”

He rose.

She heard a distinctive sound of leather sliding through loops.

Her head whipped around, her heart jumping at the unbelievable noise.

At the visual confirmation of what was about to happen, her mouth dropped open in disbelief.

Noah’s eyes gleamed with dark relish as he curled his belt in his hand. Hooded blue eyes met hers, hot and unforgiving. “Just so we’re clear, do you remember what we talked about the first time we fucked?”

She nodded.

He glared.

“Yes,” she enunciated in a shaky voice.

“Repeat it, baby. I want to hear the words,” he ordered. He trailed the dangling black leather up her thigh and over her ass. Again and again.

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