My words were met with silence, and I didn’t know who was more irritated—him or me.
“I don’t want to talk about him anymore. He’s had his time with you tonight. Now you’re mine,” he rumbled. His knuckles cracked, and even though the broken part of me flinched, the bratty part of my soul that was being nurtured refused to back down.
“You do know this is kidnapping, right?” I asked.
Instead of a reprimand, he chuckled—a low rumble that sent a tremor of need through my fingers. I wanted to crawl over the console and press my ear to his chest just to hear it. I turned, desperate to see him. His eyes crinkled like crescent moons, a dimple flashing in his cheek. He looked like the sun, and for a second, I feared I’d burn.
Then, in a flash, his hand was a vice on my jaw.
The laughter vanished. In its place was a wall of steel-gray authority. My pulse kicked into overdrive as he drank me in, his eyes hungry and dangerous.
“Oh, Babygirl,” he growled, a ghost of a smile returning to his lips. “How can I kidnap something that’s already mine?”
My heart flip-flopped in my chest as his words soaked in. He didn’t just hold me; he possessed me. I tried to pull back, my chin lifting and jerking in defiance, but his grip was a wall of iron. For three heartbeats, I fought the pressure, my breath hitching as I stared into those steady, gray eyes. I wanted to snap at him, to tell him I didn’t belong to anyone—but the heat radiating from his palm was a sedative. My resistance didn’t break; it dissolved, leaving me soft and pliable under his touch. My jaw went slack, not in defeat, but in an admission I wasn’t ready to voice. His thumb smeared over my bottom lip, pulling it down until his eyes darkened. He faced forward, but his hand moved to the back of my seat, his fingers ghosting near my hair.
“Da—”
“I don’t remember asking you to speak,” he cut me off, his eyes flickering to mine.
I wanted to throw a fit and get on my knees at the same time. The “broken” parts of me were being drowned out by a heat that made my skin hum. “I think I’ve got more to say,” I countered, though my voice lacked any real bite.
Dane’s hand returned to my neck, his thumb on one side and his fingers on the other, a loose but possessive collar. “I have better use for that mouth of yours.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I rasped.
“Only to the sassy one sitting next to me.” Those steel eyes promised the truth, and a whimper escaped me before I could catch it.
“Don’t,” he whispered, his voice dropping into a dangerous growl. “Making those sounds won’t work on me.”
“What did I do?”
“The fact that you don’t understand only strokes my anger, Babygirl. Now, shh. You’ve said enough.” He rubbed a soothing circle into my skin with his thumb, a predatory lullaby. “Are you going to be good for me?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
The phone in my hand was a lead weight, a tether to a world that didn’t matter anymore. I let it slip from my fingers, hearing it thump on the floor mat, forgotten. I didn’t need it. I only needed the man next to me.
“Good. Now unbuckle my pants and pull my cock out.”
My eyes widened at the blunt command, but I didn’t hesitate. The sound of his zipper wasn’t a promise of pleasure; it was a threat, a metallic rasp that cut through the quiet of the car and demanded my absolute obedience.
My fingers were eager. This felt way too natural for a first meeting, as if my body had been waiting for his orders for years. Usually, the broken parts of my soul screamed when an Alpha got close, but with Dane, there was only silence. His demand for control skirted every boundary I’d built from my trauma. A heavy heat drowned out the noise, warming my belly and spreading south. It was as if his authority acted as a shield, protecting me from my own memories.
I reached beneath the fabric, my greedy fingers wrapping around him.
He was massive. Straining.
“Knots,” I whispered in awe.
Dane’s face remained a hard wall of restrained intensity as I pulled him out. I was determined to break that mask. My lips parted, my mouth watering as I stared at him. He was perfect. My fingers wrapped around his girth, but my hand couldn’t close around him. He was the size of a soda can. I struggled to hold in a moan.
“What’s wrong? Cat catch your tongue?” Dane asked.
“No, I-”
“Let’s not pretend you don’t know what to do with a cock,” he teased, his voice husky.
“It’s not that. It’s just…” I trailed off, my fingers tracing the underside. “You’re even bigger than the pictures.”
