Page 109 of With This Kiss
He grabbed my breasts in his hands and squeezed them, his expression playful. I tried to push his hand away, but he only firmed his grip. I let out a small hiss in pain, and he pulled the collar of my shirt down, along with my bra, exposing me to his gaze.
I tried to climb off him, but it was too late. He latched onto one of my nipples, tugging and sucking on it. I felt that move all the way down to my clit, and a soft moan escaped before I could even think to push it down.
I looked at him. His eyes were twinkling, telling me just how much he was enjoying this, right before he winked at me.
I gasped in outrage, which quickly morphed into pleasure when I felt his fingers on my other nipple.
My head moved back, and I pressed my hips down until I could feel his hard cock against me.
“Fuck,” I said. “Reign. Stop. We can’t… hell.”
He was using his other hand to rotate my hips so I could feel more of him. So I could feel all of him. I shook my head, unsure of what I was really saying no to.
He rolled my nipple between his teeth, and I jumped from the sensation as he let go of it with a pop of his mouth.
“You taste so fucking good, baby.”
“And you’re a fucking bastard?—”
My words were cut off when he had my shirt lifted up and off me. He threw it somewhere in the back seat, out of my reach, before working on my bra, giving it the same fate as my shirt.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” I said.
“Who’s going to see you?” he asked. “The windows are tinted.”
“And if the cops show up?”
He shrugged. “We’ll drive off.”
“Run away from the cops? You’re fucking crazy.”
He laughed. “Of all the things you’ve heard I’ve done, you really think running from the cops is the crazy one?”
I didn’t reply. He had me there.
He pulled his hand back and smacked my ass, jolting me out of my thoughts. It wasn’t a playful smack either.
“Hey! That hurts.”
“It’s supposed to hurt,” he said, smacking me again.
“Stop it,” I said, trying to get away from him. He wrapped his arms around my middle, holding me still.
“Maybe next time, you’ll remember this before you decide to run away from home. Run away from me.”
“I didn’t run away from home.”
Smack!
I was getting angry. Correct that, I was already angry. “Reign?—”
He pulled my leggings down, along with my panties, until they were around my knees. I squirmed, feeling exposed and vulnerable as cool air hit my bare skin. His eyes moved down to my pussy, staying there, which certainly didn’t help. He lickedhis lips, and I could feel wetness coming out and coating my inner thighs.
Hell.
“You left without telling me where you were going. Worse yet, I told you not to leave the fucking apartment. You grew up in this world. You know how cruel it can be, and still, you chose to leave the safety of the apartment?” he growled, his fingers digging into my hips. “Do you have any idea what that did to me?”
He was making it sound like I was leaving him for good. All I did was leave the apartment for the day.
