Page 25 of Do It For Me
“Youareinsane.”
“I’m trusting you with my life,ragnetta. If you think I’ll touch you anywhere you don’t want, stab me. I’m giving you that choice, so you can feel safe. Now, come here. There are no cars around.”
Heat flushes my cheeks as I take the knife from him and sit between his legs.
“Now, I’ll keep my hands on the steering wheel in case you lose control,” he continues. “I’ll handle the gear shift and the pedals. If you want to stop, just let me know.”
“I’m going to kill us.”
He huffs. “I won’t let that happen. Are you ready?”
I nod. One of his hands moves away from mine. My eyes are glued to the road, so I jump in place when the engine roars to life. He gives me a quick explanation of where I need to take us, and I follow his instructions.
It’s not that hard, just steering. I like this, though having his body so close stirs feelings I can’t quite comprehend. It’s not uncomfortable, unlike so many other things, it’s just… strange.
“This is way better than driving a shopping cart in the supermarket,” I say, breathless.
He laughs. The vibration tingles through my back and spreads into my chest. “Definitely better than that, sweetheart. Do you want to go faster?”
“Okay.”
He speeds up so much I jolt back into his chest, my arms stretched out to keep the car steady. A laugh bursts from my throat. His head is so close I can hear his quiet chuckle in my ear.
This is exhilarating. I feel so free… until we reach a curve, and the car doesn’t slow down.
“Dante…”
I wait for his instructions, but he doesn’t give me any.
Bloody hell!
As I turn, the car screeches before going straight again. My heart is going to run away from my chest, I swear. Dante doesn’t have common sense!
“What are you doing?” I shriek.
“Givingyoumy trust.”
Heisinsane. Jumping off rooftops or climbing gates was reckless enough, but this? This is madness.
“We could’ve crashed!”
“I would’ve died a happy man.”
“Why? Because you were killed by an incompetent driver?”
“I’m with you.” He pauses. “Dead or alive, I’m with you.”
Warmth floods my chest and cheeks. Butterflies flutter in my belly, just as my mum said they would someday. I’ve never felt like this before.
He shouldn’t be making me feel like this. This isn’t who I am. I’m not… I’m not a happy person. I don’t deserve to be.
My breath catches, and I grip the steering wheel tighter.
“I… I think I’ve had enough now,” I say, though I don’t want to leave his arms.
“Do you want me to take over? We’re close anyway.”
I nod silently. He doesn’t stop or ask me to return to my seat. Instead, he brushes my hands away gently as he grips the handle. The warmth of his hands lingers, and I’m tempted tokeep mine beneath his, but I let go. My fingers trail over his muscular arms, decorated with black tattoos and faint scars.
