Even now, I once again keep her firmly in my grip, though I’m careful not to hurt her. Like a butterfly caught in a bear trap, she’ll be fine as long as she doesn’t fight me. If she does … Well, my cock is already pressing against her ass. I feel every shift in her body, every hitch of her breath–I want her. Here, now, in the back of this car even though she’s crying and scared. But that’s what I won’t do. I’d never crush a butterfly like her. Not if I can help it.
“I need to go home. Bentley will be waiting for me.”
It hadn’t even occurred to me that she’d have a man waiting at home. He’s a fool to let a woman like this out of his sight. His loss. I hoist her higher, cradling her, her warm breath against the side of my neck.
“You aren’t going home. It’s not safe there. You’re staying with me.”
“But Bentley–”
“Bentley made a mistake by not protecting you. He can’t be trusted. He made an even bigger mistake by putting you in my path. You won’t be seeing him again.”
She gasps. “What? No!”
“Forget him. I already have.” I settle back, keeping her locked against me.
“Wait, we have to get him! You said it’s not safe.” She starts to wriggle again, making my cock jump against her backside.
She stills. “Is that …”
I laugh, the sound low and, admittedly, somewhat evil. “Yes. Would you like a closer inspection?”
She squeaks. “My cat!”
“You don’t have to tell me twice, little one.” I slide my hand down her side, more than happy to stroke her pussy until she forgets all about the unpleasantness at the club.
“No!” She gasps again when I ease my fingers along her smooth thigh on the way to her panties. “Bentley is mycat!”