Brynne nods, but it’s not good enough so I slip my hand out from underneath her dress and grab her jaw, forcing her to face me. Lust clouds her evergreen eyes and a pink hue flushes across her cheeks. “Answer my question love, use your words.”
“Yes.” She snaps, but I know this is exactly how she wants to be treated. Brynne isn’t soft. She isn’t dainty or fragile, she has sharp edges and a vicious bite, an attitude that I happen to fucking love.
My fingers tighten slightly on her jaw. It’s not enough to hurt her, but it’s enough to show her who's in control. She looks at me through hooded eyes and I give her cheek a small slap, causing a moaned whimper to slip past her parted mouth.
“That’s what I like to hear, now wait right there.” The demand is enough to keep her in the seat as I slip out of the car and walk around to open her door. A cool breeze blows inside from the open door and she shivers, then slips her hand into mine. The moment our hands touch again, a shot of electricity shoots through my veins and travels straight to my already aching cock. It’s practically screaming for release but tonight,this moment right here, is about her.
I want to show her exactly how a man should treat her. Howshedeserves to be treated, even if she does have the attitude of a small chihuahua.
Heat scorches through my system as I pull her from the car. Our heated breaths mingle together as she moulds herself to my chest, right where she belongs. Brynne looks up at me, her gaze stares right into my soul then it drops down to my lips. I can tell she wants to kiss me just as much as I want to kiss her, but I need to hear her say that she wants this. That she wantsme.
“Tell me you want this, Brynne. I won’t touch you this way until you say yes. I won’t take that choice away from you.” I say with a hushed tone, keeping her head in my hands so she doesn’t have the chance to look away from me. Something passes acrossher face but I can’t quite pinpoint what it is. It isn’t doubt I know that, it’s almost like she hasn’t been asked for permission before.. like she hasn’t been given achoice. Just like me.
Brynne swallows. “This is my choice?”
My thumb caresses the apple of her cheek. “Everything that happens between us is your choice. You could tell me to fuck off and go home, and I would. I’d be disappointed, sure, but I wouldn’t force you, because I know what that’s like.”
I didn’t even mean to divulge this much to her but I think she needs someone to relate to, someone who has also been hurt by somebody else. Visions of my mother's abuse try to crawl their way inside my mind but I choose to focus on Brynne, to get lost in the vast green depths of her eyes, to count the freckles that dust her nose like snowflakes.
Attentively she runs her tongue across her bottom lip, wetting the red lipstick then she slides her hands up my chest, up over my shoulders before plunging her fingers into my hair. Her nails scrape against my scalp, forcing my eyes to roll into the back of my head. Citrus fruit wafts into my nose as she pulls my head down to meet her gaze.
“I’ll kill whoever hurt you, Kin. And if you’ve already done the job, then I’ll make sure to haunt them well into the afterlife.” She purrs with a deadly flame in her eye and I return the same, heated stare as I move my hand from her face to dive into her hair. The short, red locks are soft against my skin as I grip her roots firmly, forcing her to tilt her head back.
Once I have her where I want her, I run my nose up the column of her throat, inhaling the sweet scent that comes naturally from her, until I reach her ear. “Don’t worry love, I already killed the bitch but if you’re looking for someone to haunt, please choose me.” I mumble against her flesh, feeling a hint of desperation.
I feel the soft moan that glides up her throat. “I choose this and I’m choosing you, Kin.” She sighs into the cold air, and as soonas I hear her consent I shove her dress up her thighs and lift her into the air, forcing her bag to slip off her shoulder and onto the floor, then she grips onto my shoulders for purchase.
My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs and just as I’m about to walk us both towards her house, a better idea pops into my head.
“I think you’re going the wrong way,” she quips. “Nah, I don’t think I am, in fact, I think you’ll look so fucking perfect right.. here.” I tease as I plant her ass on the bonnet of my car. She splays her hands across the shiny paint and carefully lets her legs hang over the matte black grill.
“You’re crazy, what if I scratch the paint?” She says in a worried tone as she tries to keep her sharp heels away from the pristine paint work.
Brynne’s worry for my car is adorable. I can replace the paint, but I could never replace her.
I slot myself in between her parted legs and bracket her with my arms on either side, forcing her to lean back slightly. “I couldn’t give two fucks what you do to my car, love. But what I do care about is how many times I’ll make you come on it.”
“Right.. here?” She stutters over her words, causing a wicked grin to spread across my face. I nod whilst leaning further over her. “Right here, on this car. And I want everyone in a twenty mile radius to hear you scream, to know that you fucking belong to me.”
Brynne’s plump lips part slightly, her skin flushing with lust. A confidence washes across her face as she tips her chin up. Eyes burning like a wildfire, threatening to consume me.
“Then own me, Kincaid. Own me until all I feel is you.”
The moment those words fall from her mouth, I’m on her. Our lips clash together in a wild frenzy, both of us fighting for dominance. Teeth clash together, hands grip and nails scrape against flesh as we fall into each other. I slip my hand beneathher head to stop it from banging against the metal as I lean over her, then I break the kiss and drag my lips across her jaw, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh. She wraps her legs around my waist and I shove my hardened cock against her most intimate area.
“Kin..” She breathes heavily into the open air as I devour her neck whilst my free hand loops around her thigh to lift it higher, giving me more access to feel her wetness through my trousers.
The feel of my cock grinding against her sends my head spinning and I can’t stop my hand from roaming the expanse of her body, dipping over her curves, my fingers grasping at the material of her dress.
“Was this dress expensive?” I ask breathlessly and she looks at me like I’ve grown another head.
“Huh? Was the dress–”
I cut her off, “was this dress expensive?”
Confusion fills her face then she nods. “Yes but, it’s just–” She doesn’t even have the chance to finish her sentence because in one swift move, I slip my hand from behind her head and grab the scooping neckline in both hands and tear it straight down the middle. Immediately her full breasts spill from their confines, nipples taut and tight from the cold air.
“Kincaid!” She gasps, “my.. oh..”
