“Show me,” I ordered. “Show me how much you need me.”
Her eyes snapped open in surprise, but as soon as she saw me looking at her, she changed again. She exploded in volcanic sexual power.
She wedged herself farther down the seat and raked her fingernails up her legs to pull up her skirt. She spread her legs, still holding my gaze in a smoldering torrent of unstoppable, insatiable desire.
Her lips parted in a broken gasp, and she started panting hard between bared teeth. She seethed in barely controlled insanity.
She tugged her skirt over her hips and spread her legs to reveal her panties. She was wearing a lacy white thong already saturated with her wetness.
She started rubbing herself right in front of me, and her breathing became even more strained and rapid. Her wild eyes never left mine, but they glazed over with so much furious madness that I wasn’t sure anymore if she could even see me.
She crushed one breast through her blazer and squealed in agony. She writhed on the seat, rubbing herself to a raging climax.
“Nicky…” she rasped.
“That’s right, you little slut,” I hissed. “You know you need me.”
“Nicky…” she croaked. “Please…”
“You don’t cum until I tell you to. Understand?”
She snapped out of her trance just enough to register what I said. “Nicky… Please, I need… you…”
“No,” I snapped. “Stop touching yourself. Pull your skirt down, and sit up.”
She didn’t respond right away. She was too far gone, and she kept going.
I lunged forward and tore her hand away. I hooked my hands under her armpits, slammed her down in a sitting position, and pulled her skirt back into place. “I said no. You don’t touch yourself unless I say. You don’t cum unless I say. Understand?”
She blinked at me, still too lost in her own pleasure to think straight.
I resumed my position and went back to looking out the window. The security cars were still in position. Johnny Di Paolo was still making a circuit around the limo. He rode forward in front and then dropped back, keeping an eye out for anything unusual.
Just then, the limo turned off into the underground parking garage at the Westfield World Trade Center Mall.
I pushed the door open, but before I got out, I grabbed Gia again. I slipped my fingers into her hair, clenched my fist, and crushed her lips under my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss with plenty of tongue.
She melted in my grasp so beautifully that I almost couldn’t stand it. She accepted my tongue, and her breath caught with a groan of ecstasy.
I pushed her back long before she was finished—and long before I was finished. Her face swam with aching desire. She really wanted more.
I held her gaze and then pushed her away with a low growl. “You behave yourself in there or you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”
GIA
Athread of fire raced up my arm when Nicky took my hand to help me out of the limo. He had done that a million times before, but he always made me sick before.
Now, I could hardly keep still. That moment in the limo changed everything between us. Everything he ever said or did to me and with me led to this moment.
He called me a slut. Goddamn, that turned me on so much! Having one of the other guys call me a slut was one thing. I could even think it about myself.
He somehow made it so much hotter. The way he talked to me, the way he pushed me away—I couldn’t stand it. He made me touch myself, and he made me stop touching myself. He made me show him how much I wanted him, and then he pushed me away.
He didn’t hide how much it turned him on. His cock felt so fucking amazing all tight and pounding hard inside his pants. He didn’t hate me. He told me himself that he was just jealous of the other guys because he thought I wouldn’t give him the same consideration.
Now, I found out he really did want me. I never realized I wanted him… probably because I didn’t. I hated him—until today.
Could all that rough talk really make me this hot? I had to work hard to get my head screwed on straight when he guided me to the elevator up to the mall.