I press the door lock, glad for the tinted windows. Her hands frame my jaw—not gentle, not soft, but firm, commanding.
She’s so fucking hot.
“And does this look like someone who runs away because her mother frowns at you?”
“No,” I rasped. “It looks like someone who’s about to ruin me.”
A faint, wicked smile touches her lips. “Good.” She leans in, close enough that her breath brushes my mouth—but doesn’t kiss me. Not yet. She holds the tension there, coiling it, daring me.
Daring us.
I’ll take that dare and double it.
I take her lips in a kiss that is wild and unhinged. Her tongue tangles with mine. When she pulls back, I nip her lip, trying to coax her back to kiss me again. I want her, my cock hard, erect, weeping to sheath itself in her hot heat.
“Fuck me,” I order her.
She reaches between us and works the button and zipper of my pants, opening them. I push into her palm, and she strokes me harder still. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I lean against the headrest, fighting the urge to take over, to rip her panties in half and off her body and thrust myself into her.
I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so hard in my life as I do right at this moment. I want to punish her for flaunting the life she enjoyed while I went without, to make her feel what I felt. To mark her as mine and no one else’s—certainly not her snobbish parents.
I’m breathless, my head spinning. Who is this woman who’s charmed her way under my skin?
I can’t get enough of her.
She pulls her panties to the side and slips down onto my cock. I groan. She’s so wet, a perfect fit. Her cunt wraps around my dick like a glove, pulling it, teasing it. I’m hard as hell, and I thrust into her, clasping her hips, no longer able to stop the need that pulsates through me.
“Oh yeah, Stephen. Fuck me.”
A shiver runs over my body at her words, her plea. I won’t disappoint. I thrust up, relishing the sound of her gasp as I take her deep. My large cock stretches her sweet, tight pussy.
I’m wrong. She isn’t a good girl at all. Not here with me. Not like this. She is a Siren, and I can’t ignore her call.
Sweat beads our skin. I can smell our sex, her hot, wet cunt. My mouth waters. I’m going to eat her again. I’m going to hold her down, force her to orgasm, to climax on my face, and relish every second of it.
Her body shakes, and I kiss her hard and deep as her orgasm rips through her. Her body convulses around my cock, dragging me into my own release. I come hard, emptying myself into her, deep and sure.
I don’t care about the consequences—an oddity for me and one I’ll think upon later. But right now, nothing seems righter.
“Dallen…” I can’t form more words. My body spent, drained, left expended and empty, satisfied and content.
“Take back what you said,” she says, meeting my gaze, her face a picture of satisfaction. “Apologize, or this ends now.”
I kiss her, claim her mouth again, before leaning back and watching her a moment. Should I deny her request? Should I argue the point and see if she’ll fuck me into submission again? Nothing is hotter than when a woman takes control, and considering I’m a control freak and like things done my way, that too is new for me.
“I take it back. You’re not a good girl,” I say. “I’m sorry.”
A small, wicked yet satisfied smile twists her mouth. “I’m good most of the time, except when I’m around you, then I lose all my inhibitions. But don’t call me out on it again, or this will end.”
End? Hell no.
We’re just beginning.
TEN
DALLEN
I return hometo my apartment, and a voice message from my mother comes through on my phone. I take a deep breath, already knowing it’ll be an invitation to lunch or another dinner mid-week after she’s seen me with the mystery man she didn’t like.
