The driver’s gaze flicks to me in the rearview mirror as Zion opens the door and practically shoves me inside.My dress—no, not mine,theirs, the gown forced onto me for a marriage I never wanted—snags on the leather seat.The bodice digs into my ribs, suffocating, the lace scratchy against my raw skin.
I’m still shaking.From the ceremony.From Corvin’s threats.From the violence Zion unleashed when he stormed in and tore me away.But under all of that, deeper and darker, something else coils in my belly.Something I don’t want to admit, even to myself.
Want.
Not gentle, safe, or careful want.No.This is the dangerous kind.The kind that burns.The kind that whispers, “You were made for him,”every time his voice rumbles in my ear or his hand clamps my thigh.
I hate myself for it.I should be horrified.I should be disgusted.But my body doesn’t care what my mind screams.My body only wants Zion, only knows Zion.
The car door slams and the sound ricochets through me.
His scent fills the cabin—dark, sharp, intoxicating.My thighs press together instinctively, trying to hide what he’s already scented a hundred times.
Zion doesn’t give me time to think.He yanks me across the seat and onto his lap, my skirt tearing as it rides up my thighs.I gasp, my palms pressing against his chest, but his hands grip my hips, holding me down on the thick, throbbing length straining against his trousers.
“Thought you could walk away from me?”His voice is low and rough.The kind of voice that makes my stomach knot and my cunt clench.“You thought you could let another man put his hands on you?His mark on you?”
Shame floods me.“I-I didn’t want...”
“Liar,” he snarls, cutting me off.His hand tangles in my hair, jerking my head back until I have no choice but to meet his burning gaze.“You were wet the whole time.I cansmellit on you.You stood there in that dress, in front of them all, dripping for me.Didn’t you?”
Tears prick my eyes.He’s cruel in his honesty.And the worst part?He’s right.My body betrays me at every turn.
“I...”My voice falters.My cheeks blaze.“Yes.I wished...”
His growl vibrates against my chest, animalistic and pleased.“What?”
“I prayed you would save me.I wanted you, Zion.”
I feel the driver’s gaze flick again in the mirror.He’s watching.He’s listening.The knowledge makes my skin crawl with humiliation, yet my pussy throbs harder, slick gathering between my thighs.
Zion feels it.Of course he does.His hand shoves between us, beneath the ruined fabric and into my lace panties, fingers dragging across my swollen folds, spreading me, smearing my arousal until it coats his fingers.
“So dirty,” he says, shoving those same fingers into my mouth when he pulls them free.“Moaning for me while he watches.You like this, don’t you?My little slut of an omega.You want them to see what you are.Who you belong to.”
I choke on the truth as his fingers push deeper, my lips closing around him instinctively.The humiliation, the exposure, the way the driver pretends not to stare, it should disgust me.Instead, it lights something deep and forbidden inside me.
I suck harder, and Zion chuckles darkly.
“That’s it.Beg me.Beg me like the whore you swore you’d never be.”
My body burns.My thighs shake.My heart pounds so violently I feel it in my teeth.
I pull his fingers free with a wet gasp.“Please,” I whisper, voice trembling.“Please, Zion.I need you.I need...”My throat closes around the words, but I force them out, shame dripping from every syllable.“I need you to ruin me.”
His breath hisses between his teeth, his grip bruising my hips as he yanks me up.My ruined dress tears further as he shoves the fabric aside, baring me to the driver’s eyes.I whimper, twisting to hide, but Zion growls, pulling me back, forcing me open.
“No hiding.Let him see.Let him know you belong to me.”
Then he slams into me.
The shock steals my breath.My body gives way around him, stretching, burning, clinging.My cry fills the car, bouncing off the tinted windows, mingling with his groan of possession.
Every thrust is brutal and relentless.The leather squeaks beneath us, the car rocking with the force of his movements.I bite my lip until I taste blood, tears sliding down my cheeks, but beneath the pain and the fear, there’s something else.
Ecstasy.Raw, blistering ecstasy that makes me sob his name.
“Zion ...oh God, Zion!Please...”
