Page 16 of Downfall

“How so?” I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Not all that different from the outfit I was in when I’d pinned her against the wall barely a week ago.

She grins. “In daylight.”

Yeah that grin does something, sends the blood rushing to my cock. My eyes flit to her perfect plump lips and I’m dying more than ever to grab her face and shove it right where it belongs.

“Are you going to ruin me again?” She asks.

“I had something else in mind.”

“What?” She says, the nervousness now apparent in her voice.

I give her a smirk, put the car in drive and pull off. I want to keep her on edge. Maybe I’m being an ass but I’m enjoying this. And I’m enjoying the fact that she’s just going with this, that she’s not challenging me, not questioning me.

I’m her enemy and yet here she is, willing sat beside with no idea where we’re headed or what my intentions are. I could be taking her out of the city, I could be planning anything, and yet she’s sitting as calmly as if this is all perfectly normal.

I put my hand on her thigh. It’s possessive but that’s the point. She tenses a little looking at me while I keep my face on the road. Her skin is so smooth, so ridiculous soft, I can’t help running my thumb over it.

“You shaved for me?” I tease.

“Not for you actually. I always shave. Body hair is unattractive.”

I let out a chuckle. “Is that why your pussy is bare?”

She gasps. A tiny shocked noise that makes me want to force a louder one from her.

“I’m not complaining.” I say. “I’m sure all the guys you’ve been with appreciate it.”

She clears her throat, folding her arms. “I haven’t actually.”

“Haven’t what?”

“Been with other guys.”

“Excuse me?” We’re at a set of traffic lights. They’re red, thank god, so I take the opportunity to look at her. She’s flushed. Embarrassed. Like she’s ashamed of the fact she hasn’t been sleeping around.

“I’ve not been with other guys.” She repeats, her eyes focused on the dashboard, her words all but confirming what I suspected.

“You mean you’re a virgin.” I state.

She gulps. “Yes, sort of.”

“What do you mean sort of?”

“I mean I haven’t been with anyone period.” She huffs, her eyes blazing now as she half glares at me.

I stare back, meeting that glare head on, fully prepared to burn in the heat of it if it meant I’d get a chance to touch her again.

A car horn beeps loudly and we both jump. The lights are green. Fuck knows how long we’ve been sat staring at each other but I break our gaze as we drive off.

A silence sets in. No doubt awkward for her but for me it’s anything but. I chew my lip for a second, thinking about how to proceed. I could easily change the conversation, ask about her day, ask her anything because let’s face it neither of us knows the other that well, if at all, and quite frankly I don’t give a shit for that kind of talk.

“So I’m the only one who’s fingers have been inside you?” I say.

“Beyond my own.” She sounds almost sulky.

I let out a laugh. “How often do you touch yourself Rose? Huh?”

She glares again but I can see from the way she’s squeezing her thighs that she’s getting turned on. If she dropped her gaze she’d see my reaction too, the way my pants are so fucking tight around my cock.

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