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She makes it too easy, turning to head back to her car. I’m behind her in no time. She’s boxed in. Mine now to do with as I please. And what’s worse is there’s a Jeep on one side of her car and a Dodge Silverado on the other. They provide more than enough cover between us, the club, and the drivewayentrance.
“I’m armed,” she warns me, stumbling back, but corners herself even further by pressing her back against her driver side door. “And I’m not afraid to useit.”
“Can’t you see that I’m quaking in my boots with terror?” I joke, and step closer. “But seriously, you really need to stop. I’m not goinganywhere.”
“If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with already,” she speaks up, her voice tight andfearless.
“We’ve already talked about that. I’m not here for that. Not yet, anyway.” I lift my hand to her face and trace a finger down her cheek, then take her chin between my thumb and index finger. “Are you going to keep showing up, giving me more and more reasons to take it out on your ass? Or will you let me do myjob?”
She brushes my hand away from her face and cranes her neck up, piercing my eyes with her angry stare. “If you’d tell me why the hell you keep watching me and following me around, maybe I wouldn’t need to. Go back and tell your boss that your goddamn cover is blown. Then get the hell out of my life. Or kill me now, because the next time I come for you, I’m coming forblood.”
“Yeah, yeah. You said that already. What else you got forme?”
She doesn’t answer me, she just stands there, waiting. I look down between us, taking in every visible curve of hers in that dress. My eyes paused at the creamy skin at her cleavage, and my cock twitches. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Every time I look at her she’s more beautiful than the lasttime.
“Stop doing that,” she mutters, but doesn’t move aninch.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask, closingin.
“Stop whatever it is that you’re doing,” she almost whispers. She lets her stilettos drop from her hand and tries to put her hands between our bodies to push me away, but it’s useless. “Stop that thing you did to me. You’re doing it again… seducing me, sexually assaulting me with your eyes, trying to break me with that molten stare. Jesus, I don’t know, juststop.”
I couldn’t stop if I tried. Pushing closer, I run one hand into her hair and the other down her arm, finding the small of her waist. “I can’t stop,” I growl. “Just like you can’t fightit.”
Her breath hitches and I lean into her. She’s so little in front of me. I almost wish I’d caught her while she was wearing those heels. The slight movement makes her tilt her head to one side, exposing her neck. I graze my lips against the tender flesh at her ear and touch the cool metal of her earring. The faint light above us reveals some type of script on her earring, but it’s too dark to make out what the tiny words say. I park that discovery at the back of my mind and flatten my tongue on her ear near the spot. When she moans out from pleasure, I know. We’re both lost to whatever this is. The attraction between us is stronger than anything I’ve everknown.
Tightening my grip on her hair, I tilt her head back. Her eyes open and she meets my stare as my other hand drifts down her hip and stops at the hem of her skirt. “I warned you this would happen, LittleRed.”
“Don’t,” she mumbles, her voice weak and without any force, like she’s going through the motions, saying what she thinks she should say at a time like this. But her body doesn’tagree.
“I told you I’d punish you.” I slide her dress up her thighs, grabbing a handful of her thickass.
“Hunter,” shemoans.
“It’s Thorne,” I say, and tug her thong panties to one side. “Call me by my real name, not mymoniker.”
I don’t expect her to say it, but she does, and that sound coming from her mouth does something to me. I slip two fingers along her drenched folds, and when she calls my name again, I bury them insideher.
She gasps from my roughness but takes my fingers inside, working her hips to get them deeper as I pump back and forth. She’s wet, yet so fucking tight, I doubt my cock will make its way inside. Not here, out in the open likethis.
She grabs my upper arms, holding on to me as her knees loosen and her legs part a little to give me access. I finger fuck her so hard, curving my fingers deep into her tight pussy to find her G-spot. I brush my thumb over her swollen clit, and that one move sends her the rest of the way. I kiss her neck as her body starts to buck while shecomes.
“Yes, babe,” I growl. “Come forme.”
As her body calms, I pull out of her pussy and can’t stop myself from sucking her sweet juices off my fingertips. I’ve wanted to taste her since I first saw her. Promising myself to finish the job after her shift, I straighten her dress and kiss that spot on her earagain.
“You should get to work.” I say. “I’ll be right here when your shift finishes. And, bring the red dress home with you. The heelstoo.”
“What?” she asks as she comes to hersenses.
“This was just a taste, Little Red. I told you I’d fuck the fight right out ofyou.”
She starts to struggle in my arms again, but I know the reaction means nothing now. I’ll have her again, all of her, and she’s going to love every second ofit.
I head home to clean up and assess what other surprises she might’ve left for me at my stakeout spot. Finding none, I head back to the Speak-Easy, getting there a few minutes before Rose’s shiftends.
ThatRose.
I see her as she tries to ditch me by leaving her car at work and taking a ride from her boss. He parks his car in a private spot at the delivery entrance on the other side of the club. Did she really think she could simply use a different entrance to the club to lose a tail so easily, especially when that tail isme?
