I hold her there, turned so she’s butt outward, with the side of her head pressed to the rear window. Her collar tag clatters on the metal, and she protests quietly. The minx knows whereI’m going with this. I lean into her and brush her ear with my mouth, tonguing her lightly, pushing her hair away and biting her nape above the heavy silver chain. I will never get enough of her taste.
“Bad girl.”
She fuckingwhimpers. That sound is like catnip to me, a chili-dipped aphrodisiac.
“Very bad girl.” I grab one side of her ass and squeeze it hard.
I’m tempted to throw her in the back and fuck her sprawled across the seat, but why not here? Apart from a few people crossing at the T junction far behind us, we’re alone.
“You’re going to take my cock and notO, unless you want me to spank you, naked, in the middle of the street.”
Her reply is a barely audible mumbled, but she only squirms as I bend her over the hood, pull down her panties and leggings—god, I love leggings—and insert myself into her in one thrust, deep as I can go.
Her gasp and shudder, her pussy clenching in on me, and that she spreads her legs wider and arches her butt… “Next time, I strip you in the streetandfuck you there.” I grind into her, feeling her walls clasp the length of my cock before I start to fuck her mercilessly.
The slap of our bodies meeting, her moans as I wreck her pussy, it’s a perfect ending to an imperfect night.
36
NO LIMITS
Getting ready isn’t that complicated but watching from above as the guests arrive gives me an excuse for delay. The costumes vary from awesome or bonkers, to highly kinky, or all three. I am procrastinating but then this is no ordinary party. It could be the final step, our way into the institute. Doable but dangerous.
Clay Skinner’s threat is burned into my brain:Keep going and you will discover, personally, exactly what was done to your father.
Rasmus has been trying to do something that’s beyond his skills. I wish I was wrong, since I don’t quite trust Zedder, but who else is there? Kail and I have gone back and forth over this for hours.
Getting the hacker on board by partying with him, however this evolves, seems immoral.
I straighten the hem of my little white dress. I agonized over whether to wear panties under this. The obscene thrill that has awakened…the thoughts of what Kail might do to me in front of others.
Yeah, I threw my morality away when I chose this path of revenge.
And Esau isn’t coming. That late text is vague, but we’re alone here with these strangers, and from what I’ve seen of their behavior, some are wolves in human form.
Kail’s hand arrives on my back, causing goose bumps to shimmy down me and my nipples stand to attention.
I’m about to cross a line in the sand most would shrink from. And Kail…Kail is looking all sexy and buff in his lickable, scarred body. He wants to get down and dirty, in public, in front of whoever is watching. I calm myself with some unhurried breathing.
“Ready?” He smooths his palm in circles. If anything sexual happens, he’s the only one allowed to touch me.
“Yes.” And no.
“Once we start, I’m not stopping.” His gravel-laden voice goes to all the right places inside me. “Trust me?”
There it is. Tonight, it’scarte blanchekinkiness. Does he know me well enough for me to be okay with this? I hesitate then nod. “Yes.”
Peering over the balcony, I can see downstairs is hustling. Women in revealing maid outfits carry trays of drinks and gourmet snacks, delicacies like crab-stuffed mushrooms and caviar on skewered, char-grilled salmon. These caterers are mostly being paid for by Zedder, after Molly suggested he do so. Her bravado amazes, but he readily agreed. Music thumps and thunders, bouncing off the walls, captivating people with its rhythm so they sway and dance as they chat, walk, or languidly seduce each other.
“The money needed for all this,” I murmur to Kail as we descend the curved stairs. “I guess he really wanted this party.” The white banister slides beneath my hand. With the househeating turned up, I chose this short and simple, white summer dress with a bodice and tiny red bows decorating the front. I’ve no shoes on, but everyone has vowed to be barefoot.
“Yes. I wonder what he’s getting in return.”
“A good point. You’re like a vampire in those clothes.” He wears a crimson, button-down shirt with dark pants. We reach the bottom of the stairs, and despite knowing this house back to front, I’m unsure of where to go.
“The red shirt? I want to suck your blood? And other things.”
“Ha-ha.”
