Page 57 of Wicked

A muscle contracts in his jaw. “No.”

I grunt and push him, but he doesn’t budge. “Get off me.”

“Not until you promise me that you’ll behave.”

I sigh, letting my body relax beneath his. “Fine,” I grumble. “Just get off me already.”

He stands up, looking as angry as ever, extending a hand to help me back to my feet. I take it with reluctance, and we return to the car. Silence falls between us, punctuated by the crunch of leaves beneath our feet.

He opens the car door and helps me in with an almost tender gesture. “Let’s get out of here,” he says, walking to the driver’s side and starting the engine. We pull away from the Morrone mansion.

As we drive, I can feel my heart pounding. I sense that Remy is about to give me something I’ve been craving since we met: something wild, something wicked. And I’m ready for it.

Once we leave Chicago and head onto country lanes, I place my hand on his thigh.

He growls and looks at me. “Ella.”

I tilt my head. “Yes,Daddy?”

“What are you doing?” he can barely speak.

I don’t reply and unzip his pants, making him tense. “You were very hard back there. I think you need help with that.”

“Ella,” he growls my name in warning. “If you disobey me, you won’t like the consequences.”

“What kind of consequences? Are you going to spank me?”

“Fuck,” he growls to himself, his cock twitching beneath my hand. He’s staring forward, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white.

I reach into his pants and pull his cock out, and he groans from my touch. The power trip it gives me is intoxicating, knowing I can affect him from my touch alone.

Leaning down, I drag my tongue around the tip.

“You’re going to make me crash the car, baby.” His voice is deep and ragged.

I shake my head. “I trust you can drive while I do this.” I open my mouth and take his length as deeply as I can in my throat. He leaks precum, making me moan as his masculine taste overwhelms me.

“God damn it.” He grabs a fistful of my hair, his other hand gripping the steering wheel hard.

I suck on the head of his cock before taking every inch down my throat, gagging as I do. The need to please him drives me.

He forces me down harder, and I gag so much I think I’ll puke. “Good girl,” he praises, his dick twitching in my mouth. “Take every inch of me.”

I moan as my eyes flutter shut, and I focus on breathing through my nose.

My throat tenses as I take him deeper. I pull back, swirling my tongue around the thick head. He jerks his hips against me, and I know he’s close to coming.

The car swerves slightly. His muscles tense as he lets out a low guttural groan, spilling his cum down my throat. I swallow his salty essence as his ragged breathing fills the air. Once I’ve cleaned him up, I sit back in my chair and gaze at him.

He takes a deep breath and looks over at me with fire in his eyes. “You’re a very naughty girl, Ella.”

I bite my bottom lip. “Does that mean you’re going to punish me?”

“Yes, it does.” He doesn’t say another word, and a tense silence fills the car.

I clear my throat. “Have you got anything to drink?”

He smirks at me and passes me a bottle of water. “Here.”

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