“Organized chaos is different from anarchy. I choose to uphold society’s standards by reigning over it instead of ruining it.” He pauses. “And who areyou guys?”
I huff but say nothing.
He taps a finger against the steering wheel. “I asked you a question, Glyndon.”
“I obviously refuse to answer.”
A large hand falls on my bare thigh. The touch is callous and so possessive that my skin erupts in a wild heat.
“As much as I like your fight, there are situations where you should read the atmosphere and not defy me.”
I grab his wrist, attempting to remove his hand, but it’s like I’m pushing a wall. It’s scary how much strength he has and how weak and fragile I feel in his presence.
It’s impossible to stop his fingers from sneaking up my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. There’s pure command in the way he touches me with dripping control, as if I’m a conquest he’s set on finishing off.
I know the best method to get off his radar is having him get bored of me, and that any resistance on my part will probably flame his interest, but I can’t.
I just can’t let him have his way with me.
It’ll break me this time.
It’ll make me drive to that cliff with no chances of coming back.
So I claw at his fingers, my heart hammering faster and harder. “Let me go.”
“How else am I going to get an answer for the question I asked?” His fingers slip under the hem of my shorts with expert ease. It doesn’t even matter that his other hand is on the steering wheel or that he’s driving.
“Don’t,” I whisper as the pads of his fingers hover close to my underwear. “I’m telling you no, Killian.”
“The word no doesn’t scare me, baby.We guysdon’t give a fuck about its meaning or the lack thereof. Besides, doesn’t no mean yes sometimes?”
“Not this time.”
“Debatable.” His voice drops to a dangerous rumble. “The thing is, I might not feel emotions the same way everyone else does, but I can understand them in others, oftentimes better than they do. And right now, I can smell your fear mixed with something entirely different. You’re terrified I’ll repeat what happened at the cliff and confiscate your control, but at the same time, you’re buzzing with the possibility, secretly wishing for it.” His fingers curl against my knickers and a whimper escapes me. “You’re soaking wet for it, baby.”
“Don’t touch me,” my voice breaks and I can’t help the shame that coats my words or the tears that fill my eyes.
“You can’t entice a predator with prey and ask him to go hungry.” His fingers glide against my folds, the weight of his hand forcing my thighs apart despite my attempts to close them. “I bet you were also wet when you were choking on my cock with your life hanging on the edge. Did your little cunt throb and demand to be touched, too? I bet it was getting all drenched and achy. I loved your lips with my cock wrapped around them and cum coating them, but maybe I should’ve gone for your pussy, too.” He reaches a finger beneath my underwear and thrusts it deep inside. “I bet these lips would look even better with my cock tearing into them.”
My upper body hunches over, half due to the intrusion and half due to the shame that must be written all over my face.
The combination of his crude words and his dominant touch have triggered a weird part of me. A sensation I’ve never experienced before. It’s even worse than when my state of mind crashes down and dark thoughts swirl in my head.
These are darker but more erotic and damning in nature that it’s impossible to control them.
“You said you wanted me to trust you,” I croak, changing tactics. “This isn’t the way to do it.”
“You said you’ll never trust me, so why should I keep on trying?”
“I…could consider it if you stop, but if you keep taking away my choice, I’ll hate you.”
“You already hate me, so that more or less has no meaning.” A slight smirk curves his lips as he adds another finger and drives deep. “Besides, I did give you a choice. It’s not my fault you picked the high road. You’re already enjoying this, so let go.”
My breath comes out in a shattered exhale as an ache builds between my legs.
And builds.
And builds.