I shudder and he rubs me there in circles.
The warmth building and building inside of me, but part of my thoughts split off, watching as if this is happening to somebody else. Not me. Not my body.
Is why he came with me? Because he wanted to molest me in the back of the town car?
“Any minute now we're gonna get to the shops,” he says, “and you're gonna need to stumble out of this car. Knees weak, pussy wet and desperate for my cock.” His words vibrate through the shell of my ear.
And I moan, the sound of it shivery in my throat.
In response, he pulls away with a grin, rubbing his fingers over his denim-covered thigh.
“Greedy greedy,” he taunts, “none for you today.”
I can't breathe as the car pulls to a stop. Just like he said, I’m not able to get up.
The door swings open, and I sit there stunned. He even has to reach over to unbuckle my belt. I slide out of the car and into the sunlight blinking.
As the town car pulls away, under orders to come back in an hour, I turn to him, furious and frustrated.
“So what do you think you're doing?” I demand. “What was that all about?” My voice is barely above a hiss, and my whole body is electric.
He leans in close, lifting his hand to cup my cheek before skating to my lower lip.
I can smell my arousal on his skin.
He smirks.
“Maybe I'm just trying to control you too, one percent-er.” He bites his lip, eyes half-closing, looking deadly sexy and promising to destroy my panties with just one sweep of his lashes against his cheeks. “Or maybe I'm trying to get back inside the sweetest, tightest pussy I've ever had.”
And with that, he walks towards the store’s door.
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“Are you coming shopping or what?”He asks. I force my shaky legs forward, off-kilter and dizzy.
There's a definite weirdness that falls over us when we get inside the store. From the way eyes are following us, I get the feeling that they all know who he is, that he's the famous rockstar Kai Brooks. But they're politely ignoring that and they're treating him like a normal customer… except for the silence that seems to bubble around us as we walk through the aisles. And when he points to three different dresses on the rack, they nod and whisk them away to the back of the store.
Me however? They're all openly staring at me. No little covert glances out of the corner of their eyes. I think they want to know who I am.
That’s kind of ridiculous because who I am would shock them if they knew the truth. But do they need to know? Does anyone? Kai has no idea what he did to me. I'm sure of it now. He's too comfortable around me, too sure of himself.
And he doesn't seem like that kind of monster. He’s not like Everett who seems like he’s so hungry he would consume me whole if he could, or like Vincent who either pretends I’m not there or levels a smoldering glare my way.
Kai turns to me, holding a dress up for me to look at. His eyes are warm, and he’s biting into his lower lip as he gazes at me, like he’s imagining me in it.
I swallow down my feelings. I’m going to try and put it behind me. As much as I wasn't ready foritto happen because I didn't even know him when it did.
And if I think about it too much, it's like looking at the sun. It hurts and makes my eyes water.
I just want to hide from the world. His scrutiny feels painful on my skin. Which isn't helping things with all these shopkeeper assistance staring at me as I tag along after him. He seems to notice as well, raising an eyebrow as one girl avoids looking at him to eye me up instead. He grins back at me.
“I think we better get you something to walk out of here in,” he says. I look down at my jeans.
“What's wrong with my clothes?” I ask. Although I know.
I don't fit in here. I'm pretty sure that each of the price tags on these clothes reads four figures. And that's before the decimal points. The thought of spending more money on a T-shirt than I used to spend on rent makes me feel a little bit nauseous. Kai seems to get that I'm not exactly on board for this plan with one look at the expression on my face.