Her smile is slow. Beautiful. “I don’t either.”
“Will do,” Peter says with a nod, shifting the car into drive before he pulls back onto the street.
“Where are you taking me?” Wren asks, her voice soft.
I could come up with a long list of cheesy responses, every single one of them crude and sexual, but I don’t say any of that. This girl is sweet and kind and so fucking pure, it’s almost painful. I treated her like absolute garbage for so long. Chased after her only a few days ago, making her practically beg me not to do anything to her.
We’ve come a long way, my little birdy and me. I don’t want to spook her by coming on too strong. But fuck, I want every piece of her. Her lips. Her tits. Her pussy. Her ass. I want to own her body and soul, and when we’re finished, when I’ve fucked her over and over and made her come so hard, she nearly blacks out, I want her to look at me as if I’m a god. As if I’m her god and she’ll promise herself to me, not her father. I want to take that ring her father put on her finger and toss it. Make her forget all of her earlier promises.
More than anything, I want to own her.
“Where do you want to go?” I ask her, my gaze catching on her coat. How thick it is. Looks expensive.
What would she say if I laid it out on the back seat and then proceeded to go down on her? Give her a little bit of what she’s wanting from that porn she watched last night?
Peter probably wouldn’t look.
Yeah. No. I can’t do anything like that. Again, I don’t want to scare her. And he doesn’t deserve to see her naked. No one should see her like that.
Except for me.
“Wherever you want to go.” She rests her cheek against the soft black leather seat, smiling up at me with adoring eyes. All of her trust is shining in the green depths. I can’t help but see it and feel pain, because if I fuck this up—and I’m bound to, I’m not good at shit like this—I will hurt her beyond measure.
And that is the last thing I want to do.