I can’t believe she went against everything I warned her about and decided to race. She’s so damn stubborn. The woman has me vibrating with anger. I can’t believe she hit that fucker rather than letting me take care of it for her. I would’ve killed him had my brothers not wrestled me off.
“You’re infuriating, the most difficult damn woman I’ve come across.”
“You’re no spring picnic yourself, you know. You come into my life, demanding to take over. It won’t happen with me, I don’t need to be smothered.”
“If I want to take over, you’d know it, and it’d fucking happen.” Smothered my fucking ass, I’ve stayed so far back when it comes to being all up in her shit. She thinks this is bad, she hasn’t seen smothered yet. Once this bitch is mine, she won’t be able to walk five feet away without me knowing about it.
“Oh really? Is that what you think?” she huffs, her cheeks turning a sweet shade of pink with her frustration. “Clearly you didn’t catch my drift when we first met or every day since then!”
“I caught it, trust me. You need me to spank your ass and fuck you until you break.”
Chevelle’s gaze flashes to me. “I let you spank me.” Her eyes train back on the road in front of us. She’s driving way too fast, still pumped up from the race and the fight no doubt.
Arguing with her only increases my heart and turns me on. “And you were soaked from it. You need to be fucked, Chevelle, and hard. You need to feel what it’s like to have a real man between those thighs and in your life.”
She snorts and my face flushes, not being able to show her right this second. My cock wants to be buried in her so badly it’s on my damn mind constantly. Prez was right about me not being able to focus. Especially when she gets like this, all wound up and gorgeous and shit. Fuck.
“You won’t break me, Mercenary,” she declares, and I respond with a smug smirk, watching her breasts heave with each heavy breath she draws in and exhales.
“The hell I won’t. When this is over and done with, you’ll be begging me for more. I’ll have my cock in you so deep you won’t be able to speak, and when I finally let you, it’ll be my name on that tongue.”
“Does your ego have no bounds?” She shakes her head.
If she only had a clue—my ego’s bigger than this damn car. I’ve had way too many women to not be confident when it comes to my cock and the female anatomy. Women love me when I’m eight inches deep. I may not be able to bend her to my will right this moment, but I can tease her a bit.
Turning in my seat, I reach across with my right hand, tweaking her nipple.
She sputters, her mouth dropping open as a deeper blush spreads across her cheeks and chest. “What are you doing? I’m driving!”
“Exactly...and I’m doing whatever the hell I want to,” I grumble, and my left hand takes over, plucking her now erect nipple. My right hand lands on her thigh and the gas falters momentarily as I catch her by surprise. My palm slides up her thigh, closer to her core and her neck moves as she swallows, trying to remain unaffected.
“Mercenary?” It leaves her with a breath, the sound making my shaft grow.
“Right here, sweetie.”
“You have to stop, I’m driving.”
“Nah, don’t think so.” My palm stops at her juncture. I move my fingers and palm against her core, her back arching her chest against my other hand.
“Oh!” Chevelle moans. “I’m not fucking you. When I park this car, this stops,” she threatens, and I continue to rub her until she’s a turned on, whimpering mess. “You should’ve trusted me back there,” she mumbles, her thoughts jumping back to earlier and then back to the present.
“If you want my trust, Chevelle, you’ll have to give some first. And this body is aching; it needs me to fuck it. You want me just as much, whether you admit it or not.”
“That’s not how this works, Mercenary.”
We arrive at the club far too soon in my opinion. I was enjoying being in the position to drive her crazy and her not being able to stop it without pulling the car over. She brings the vehicle to a stop, and we both hop out, rounding the front until we meet in the middle. Chevelle believes she’s in control. She’s the most infuriating woman when she attempts to fight me for dominance.
“I’m the fucking alpha, Chevelle. I run this shit,” I declare with a harsh growl, glowering down into her horny stare. Those eyes of hers are swirling with emotion. She’s pissed and turned on all at once, and boy is she the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen when she gets like this.
“Others may put up with your Neanderthal ways, but I don’t. I’m in control,” she hisses. “That back there was bullshit. You weren’t being fair!”
Another growl rumbles my chest. “In control?” I ask with a deadly undertone lacing my voice as I lean in, my nose a hair’s breadth away from touching hers. “Fuck control! I take it. I own it. You want control, pet? Too fucking bad, ‘cause I bend it to my fucking will. You will bend.”
My hand flies to her toned bicep, yanking her to me like a rag doll; my other grabs her high ponytail and wrenches her head back. She moans at my dominant behavior, wanting to possess every ounce of the control she thinks she has. “You’re mine,” I declare and slam my mouth to hers.
I take the kiss. Stealing whatever bit she’ll offer me of herself. I have to own her. I need this woman on my cock too fucking badly to be gentle with her. Our teeth clash, both of us strung so tightly and wanting to dominate the other.
I hold her so tightly to me that she can barely move. Her breath’s come out ragged as she attempts to catch her breath in the midst of me owning her mouth with mine. Nails that she’s bitten down to the skin try to rake over my chest, dragging me to her and pushing me away all at the same time. Chevelle fights the desire we’re both so desperately filled with. She calls to my body like none other—it’s the type of craving that’ll make a man lie, cheat, and kill to possess it.