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Darius slid in beside me, that infuriating smirk playing at his lips.

"Problem?"

"You're an asshole."

"And yet you're wet for me right now." He said it so casually, so certain.

Heat flooded my face. "I'm not?—"

"Liar." His hand landed on my thigh, just above where the slit ended, his fingers splaying possessively over my skin. "Should I check?"

The driver's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror.

I grabbed Darius's wrist, my nails digging in. "Don't."

"Then behave." But he didn't move his hand. The heat of his palm burned through me, a constant reminder of his control.

We sat in tense silence as the driver navigated through DC. Darius’s thumb traced lazy circles on my inner thigh, not quite high enough to be scandalous, but enough to make my body ache for more.

"Where are we going?" I finally asked, hating how breathless I sounded.

He didn't answer, just watched me with those calculating eyes.

Then I saw it—the massive white building with golden lights glowing over the Potomac.

The Kennedy Center.

"No." My voice cracked. "Not here."

"Especially here." His grip on my thigh tightened. "Every politician in DC will be there tonight. Including your mother."

"You bastard."

"Careful." His voice dropped to that dangerous purr. "Keep misbehaving, and I'll put you over my knee again. In front of everyone."

The threat—or promise—sent a bolt of heat straight through me.

"Why are you doing this?"

He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. "Because you're mine to show off. And because watching you squirm while you pretend to be perfect will be the most entertaining thing I've done all week."

The car pulled to a stop.

The door opened.

And there was nowhere left to run.

CHAPTER 19

DARIUS

It was game time.

Time to get my head out of the clouds and stop thinking about the woman next to me as the vibrant sexual creature she was, but rather as the pawn that I needed her to be.

We pulled up to the Kennedy Center, and my driver got ready to get out and open the doors. I waved him off, wanting to do this myself.

After all, we were here to make a statement.