“You're locked in,” I repeat, gulping as he nods.
“Uh-huh.”
“Uh-huh,” I rasp, caught in his web.
“Tell me you don't want me to see and I'll let it drop,” he murmurs as I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. “Tell me you didn't buy it in blood red to make me feral for you,” he rasps, sending a shiver down my spine as my pulse quickens. The silk material is right between us, but I can't bring myself to reach for it quite yet.
“Your friend fucked me earlier,” I say with a gasp, but not a single part of his face reacts.
“Rion?” he clarifies, and I nod. “Did he make you come?”
I gape at him. My intention to burn throughwhatever this moment was fizzles to nothing as I splutter. “What?”
He gives me a pointed look until I nod, bewildered by the fact that this is where my self-sabotage is leading. “Good,” he states, reaching across to press his thumb against my chin to hold me steady—my heart stutters. “Your body is doing the talking that your tongue isn't finding the words for,” he rasps as I gulp. “Here or my room,” he repeats, my breath coming in short, sharp pants.
The fire I felt earlier morphs into a burning need for something else. I wonder if he’s a secret vampire that has magical abilities too, because I’m firmly trapped under his spell.
“In the car or against it?” I retort, watching the salacious grin curl across his face.
“Against whatever the fuck you want, but first, change,” he commands, waving the fabric between us expectantly.
With what little confidence I can muster, I reach for the little slip in his hands. The fabric is soft against my skin. The sound of the car lock clicks, inviting me to climb out, and I exit before I can change my mind. Each step I take echoes around me as I move to the front of the car.
My brain desperately wants to rattle off all the information about the car, the stats and specsbeyond my wildest dreams, but I'm too caught up in the man in the driver's seat, so my heart takes the lead. Or is it just my body? Maybe just my pussy.
Coming to a stop in front of the car, I look down at my outfit as I lay the slip dress on the hood. Spying the vampire over the steering wheel, I clear my throat as I stand tall and reach for the hem of my sweater. I have barely moved it an inch, I’m startled by the headlights turning on, pinning me in the spotlight of their beams, I feel like I'm going to pass out under his attention.
Before I lose my nerve, I tug the sweater over my head, discarding it without a single care, then I slip my hands into the waistband of my jeans and shimmy out of them, kicking my shoes off in the process.
Standing in just my bra and panties, I decide I want his full attention for the show. I unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the ground too, before I reach for the blood-red silk dress. My body tingles as I slip it over my head, shivering as the material ghosts over my skin, all while my gaze is locked with his.
I take two steps back just as his car door opens. His long legs stretch out of the vehicle first before he stands, shutting the door behind him, and the sound makes my bones rattle with nerves as he prowls toward me. He doesn't come all the way tome, though. Instead, he leans back against the hood of the Mustang and twirls his finger, signaling for me to give him a full view.
With my teeth leaving imprints on my lips, I fight the urge to fold my arms over my chest, spinning slowly instead as his eyes graze over every inch of my skin.
“Stunning,” he breathes, and I shake my head as my eyes fall back to his. He crooks a finger for me to come closer. Once I'm between his thighs, he tips my chin up, making sure he has my whole attention. “Am I forgiven too?” he asks, and I shake my head. “What will it take?” he pushes, and I shrug, completely lost in his presence.
“I don't know.” It’s the truth, but his distaste is instantly real.
“Not good enough. What will it take?” he doubles down, making me sigh.
“It's not as simple as that, Kael,” I insist, and his fingers clamp down over my mouth before I can speak.
“What will it take? And don't say you don’t know again. It's bullshit,” he grunts, leaving me silent as we stare deep into each other's eyes. “What will it take?”
His gaze runs over me from head to toe, forcing an energy like I've never felt before to take root, andI take a step back, away from his heat. I watch his fingers flex at his sides, desperate to reach for me, but when he doesn’t, it seems to flood me with another layer of confidence as I roll my shoulders back.
“On your knees,” I order huskily, and he drops in one fluid motion. It’s so fucking sexy, I can hardly breathe. “Say you're sorry,” I murmur, and he cocks a brow at me.
“You're sorry.” Amusement flickers at the corner of his mouth. When I don't say another word, he sighs. “What am I sorry for?” he asks, and I shrug.
“You tell me.” I'm trying to hold strong against this man right now, but it’s proving more difficult than I care to admit, and exposing everything that pissed me off feels like offering him a helping hand he doesn’t deserve.
“I’m sorry for whatever made you mad at me,” he declares, and my gaze narrows.
“That's half assed,” I grumble, and he tilts his head at me.
“I don't actually know what I did wrong,” he mutters, swiping a hand down his face. My lips twist. His confusion overwhelms me. “I’m sorry I'm me. Is that better?” he offers, and I huff.
