Page 138 of Damaged Mogul
“Keep going,” he says, without pulling his attention away from the road.
He radiates pure dominance.
I submit.
With trembling hands, I resume my mission.
The vibration of the car’s powerful engine is sublime.
“Good girl. Round and round.”
My fingers follow his command.
His breathing roughens. “My dirty little slut.”
Wh—what?“Did you call me a slut?”
“No. I called youmydirty little slut. Big difference.”
I should be insulted. Heat shouldn’t simmer low in my belly.
Gage’s gaze drops to my lap. “I never told you to stop.”
“You’re bossy.”
“Don’t kid yourself, we both know you like me bossy.”
“Even if you tortured me, I’d never admit to it.” My voice is husky. I don’t recognize the person who said that.
“Challenge. Accepted.”
Dread washes over me.
Have I made a bet with the devil?
“Keep working that pussy.”
His command jerks me out of my thoughts.
My fingers skate over my clit in fast strokes, bringing me higher and higher until my hips move restlessly on the seat.
I’m going to need holy water to save my soul after this.
A sweet blissful sensation builds at my core.
Considering the mess I made this morning, I’m a bit worried I might ruin Gage’s car, but my orgasm is looming, taking over any and all logical thinking.
I glance at him––the man that’s turned me into a dirty girl.Hisdirty girl.
He unleashes his deadliest weapon—his smile.
I’m all riled up.
I’m breathing so hard, my pants echo over the roaring of the engine.
Heck, I don’t care about breathing at all, because I’m so desperate for relief.
God.
