“Your mother is nice,” she replied in a clipped voice.
“And?”
Sienna’s head whipped around. “And what? What do you want me to say? That it was the most awkward, tense dinner I’ve ever had? That your father looked like he wanted to put a bullet in my head the entire time? What, Dante?”
“Well, damn.” I held back a chuckle. “At least he didn’t.”
“That’s not funny.” Her voice fell flat. “You can’t just joke about that.”
“No?” I turned right onto the main road leading away from the island.
“You think it’s funny?” she demanded, half-turning in her seat. “You know what I find funny?”
“What?” My answer was half-assed. I was more focused on the road than on what Sienna was doing beside me.
“You think you’re so slick trying to take control of me in the bedroom.” I jerked to attention. “But now you’re the one strapped down.”
Her words didn’t sink in until I felt a hand inching along my thigh. I tightened my grip on the wheel, trying not to be distracted. “Sienna, now is not the time.”
“But it’s actually the perfect time,” she purred, inching closer. I was already rock hard just thinking about what she was about to do. My cock strained against my pants, clearly visible. I could practically feel Sienna’s hungry gaze.
Clearing my throat, I said, “If I knew having dinner with my family would turn you on this much, then we definitely should have done it sooner.” It was a weak attempt at a joke, and my voice pitched at the end, but I don’t think she even noticed.
I could still tell she was angry. Hell, she was pissed off. Probably from the stress, but also, I think, from me basically trapping her into dinner with my father. And now, she wanted revenge. Usually, I’d laugh at a woman’s attempt to control me, especially in the bedroom, but with Sienna, it was different. Even when she was simply sitting on my bed back at my parent’s house, I was turned on. I couldn’t stop thinking about bending her over and taking her right there in the room I’d grown up in.
But perhaps this would be a good thing. If Sienna thought she had as much control over me as I did her, she might stop suspecting me for five damn minutes. I saw the way she looked at me throughout dinner. Her emotions were clearly written all over her face in my room when I’d told her my theory that my own father could be behind all this. She still had me on her shit list, which needed to change. So when her hand finally reached my belt, I let it happen.
“This past week, you’ve been trying to intimidate me,” Sienna said quietly. There was no anger in her voice, just deadly calm. And that scared me more than her fury. “But now it’s my turn.”
I tensed as her fingers slid my pants down, brushing against the sensitive skin along my stomach. I tried to pay attention to the road. I really did. We were on the highway, and it was dark, but there was still a lot of damn traffic. Thank you, New York. My cock popped free, standing erect. As soon as her hands wrapped around the shaft, I nearly swerved off the road.
“Shit, Sienna. Now is not a good time if you’d like to live.”
She didn’t reply. Instead, her hand slowly began to stroke my cock, long, deep strokes that had my hips bucking at the slightest movement. How I managed to stay in the lanes, I had no idea. I’m pretty sure there was some swerving if the angry honks were anything to go by. Gritting my teeth, I tried to focus on anything, but her soft hands gently stroked my rigid shaft.
And when I felt the hot wetness of her mouth, we both nearly died right then.
“Sienna.” My voice was strained as I tried to hold on to the little control I had left. “You should really, really stop now.”
I felt her lips jerk up around the tip in a smile before taking it down her throat. Her tongue slid down my length as it went in, flat and wet against my skin. I groaned, unable to hold it back any longer. With one hand on the steering wheel, the other took a fistful of her hair, gently yanking the tendrils from her bun to get a better grip.
Waiting until she deep-throated me again, I said, “It’s a good thing you’re doing such a good job, sweetheart, because the trucker next to us is enjoying the show.”
Sienna tried to jerk away, eyes widening as I thrust forward, my hand keeping her head right where I wanted her. I hadn’t been lying about the trucker. He kept pace with us, glancing over every few minutes just so he wouldn’t crash. I winked at him as I took control of Sienna’s perfect mouth, moving her head up and down at the speed I wanted. She thought she’d get one over on me.
The joke’s on her.
Her teeth grazed the underside of my dick, making me hiss with both pain and pleasure. Probably to get back at me for forcing her to do a show on the road. In response, I pushed her head down, forcing her to take it all until I could feel the tip hitting the back of her throat. I held her there, her nose pressed against my stomach, her nails digging into my thighs. Just before I thought she would pass out, I let her come up for air, still gripping her hair just in case she thought she could get away.
I slowed down as I took the turn to get off the highway, pushing her head back down again. We were nowhere near home, but we were close to a park down by the river. The trucker looked disappointed to see us go. Sienna pressed her lips together, refusing to put my cock back in her mouth.
“If you don’t, I’ll have to do something drastic,” I warned. “And you won’t like it.”
Obediently, my cock slipped back into her hot mouth. I glanced down, loving the image of her soft lips wrapped around my shaft, her eyes wide as she tried to breathe between my thrusts. Fuck it. I couldn’t wait for the park. The tires squealed as I pulled over, putting the car in park.
We were stopped in a dark neighborhood that looked like a ghost town. No one else was out, and it looked like they wouldn’t be for a while. A few lights were on in the apartments above the blacked-out shops that lined the streets, but that was the only sign of life. No one to walk in on us, so to speak.
“Take off your pants.”