“No. You don’t own me, Art.”
The brakes screech and the car jerks to a stop.
“Look at me, Nenoka.”
Art fixes me with his burning hot gaze.
“Tell me, honestly, that you wanted that man. That you didn’t just do that to provoke me.”
I can’t lie. Art knows I’m a useless liar. “I?—”
He pulls me onto his lap, so that I’m straddling him in the driver’s seat, my bloodstained dress hiked up around my thighs.
His lips brush my ear.
“Don’t try to lie to me. It’ll only make things worse,”he murmurs.
I run my hands over his chest. I can’t help it. In this position, with Art beneath me, I can’t imagine ever wanting someone else. Can’t conceive of why I would let another man touch me.
I arch my back into him as he unbuttons the front of my dress, slowly, taking his time. When my breasts bounce free, he traces his fingers over my bare torso.
Then he runs his teeth up from my breast to my jawline, making me shiver.
“You don’t want to be involved in my world.”
“I don’t.” I nod my agreement.
“Then why are you like catnip to the most dangerous men in this city, Nenoka?”
I can only let out a sigh as his mouth closes around my nipple. His teeth graze my sensitive peak, and I yelp with a mix of pain and pleasure.
“I— I don’t know.”
His hands move lower, sweeping over my hips and coming around to cup my ass.
Art pulls me roughly forward, so that I’m pressed closer to his chest, and I can feel how hard he is beneath me.
The size of him always takes my breath away. He lifts his hips, rocking his bulge against me, and I let out a moan.
“Just admit that you want me. That’s all I need to hear right now.”
I find his eyes strangely vulnerable as I lose myself in those beautiful, asymmetrical irises.
He really needs to hear this. As if I’m not already soaked just from straddling him.
“I want you, Art. You can feel how much I want you.”
He dips a hand inside my panties and lets out a groan.
“God yes, Nenoka. You’re dripping for me.”
I hear him unbuckle his pants in a rush, then the tip of him is nudging at my entrance, his firm but blunt pressure ready to split me open.
I sink down onto him, and we both moan in relief. I tighten my hands on his shoulders and use him for support as I start to ride him.
His lips find mine, and it starts to feel different. Art is still ruining me, bouncing me on his cock like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, but his mouth is slow and tender. He moves down to my neck and inhales deeply, before he presses his lips against my pulse point and sucks. These are messy, claiming kisses that I know will leave marks tomorrow.
All the while, Art cups my ass and bounces me faster until I’m crying out for release.
