He grinds into me again, and I swear my knees almost give out. I grip the side of the car just to stay upright. My body is betraying me, pulsing and wet, aching where I shouldn’t be aching.
“That mouth of yours.” His voice is rough, deeper than I’ve ever heard it. “I’m going to give you something to shut you up.”
Then his hand comes down on my ass, hard.
“You little brat,” he growls behind me, voice shaking with something dark and electric. “You’ve made a grown man lose control.”
The second slap lands harder. I gasp, clinging to the hood of the car as my body jolts forward.
“I should leave you cuffed to this car for every trucker on this highway to see. Maybe then you’ll learn how to shut that mouth.”
Another smack. Then another.
My body is trembling now, but not from fear. Each slap sends a rush straight to my core. I can feel how wet I am. My thighs are slick, and my panties cling to me like a second skin, soaked from the heat building inside me.
His hand grips my ass roughly, kneading it before delivering one final, vicious spank that makes a moan escape my lips before I can stop it.
He hears it. I feel him freeze behind me for a second. Then he laughs in a dark, amused tone. “You like it when I spank you?”
I clench my jaw, furious at myself, but my body is already betraying me again.
He steps closer, crowding me, and spins me around before I can respond. I stumble back against the car, breath caught in my throat, wrists still cuffed in front of me.
He’s standing over me, looking down with a gaze that burns straight through me, but I maintain eye contact. His mouth is curled into a smirk that makes my stomach flip. His body radiates heat.
“On your knees.”
“No,” I snap, even though my voice is breathless. “Go to hell!”
His brows lift just slightly, like he expected the pushback. He steps closer, his body towering over mine.
“Do you want me to make you?” he asks quietly. “Because I will.”
I glare up at him. My heart’s pounding, and my knees feel like jelly, but I plant my feet anyway. “You don’t scare me.”
A sharp breath of laughter punches from his chest, like he can’t believe I’m still fighting him. Then he reaches for his belt, fingers curling around the buckle, dragging it loose with maddening calm.
“Then kneel like a good little slut.”
I hesitate, just for a second.
But my nipples are tight. My clit is throbbing. I can feel my own heartbeat between my legs. When I lower myself to my knees, it’s not because he won. It’s because I can’t stop myself.
The gravel bites into my skin. My hands are still cuffed, but I rest them on my thighs and tilt my chin up, like I’m still in control somehow.
His fingers move to his waistband. His stare never leaves mine.
“Take my cock out, Kasimira.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. The words go straight through me. I feel them in my chest, in my gut, everywhere.
I reach up with trembling hands. My fingers curl around his zipper and pull it down. The sound is louder than it should be in the quiet night. My heart is beating so hard it hurts.
I slip my hand into his pants, and when I wrap my fingers around his cock, he’s already hard. Thick. Hot.
I pull it out slowly, and this time I can really see him. The lights in the hotel room were too dim to do anything but feel. But now, under the full moon, I see everything.
Veins. Length. Power. He’s huge.
