The half-hour drive home passes in silence, apart from the occasional hissing of her breath. She’s afraid of what this means. She should be. I’m enraged.
Every stage of the journey takes too damn long. By the time we pull into the garage, the tires squeal as I slam on brakes from gliding in too quickly. I’m out of the car before she can open the door. I open it for her, but there’s nothing gentlemanly about the act. I haul her out of the deep bucket seat, ignoring her little cry of alarm as I lift her out.
The garage for my cars would probably be luxurious by most apartment standards. Well-lit, tiled, and air-conditioned, each vehicle has a designated space with rows of shelving packed with anything necessary to keep it oiled and gleaming.
Her purse tumbles to the floor as I push her roughly up against the wall between the shelves designated for the Ferrari. I grasp her chin roughly. We’re so close her breasts brush my chest with each heaving breath. Her eyes are still huge, her pupils dilated. I would put her over my knee if I didn’t know how much she loves that.
“What the fuck were you doing back there?” I say coldly. It’s a tone reserved for inspiring terror. It’s working. She sucks in a breath.
“I…I don’t know,” Nikki whispers. I press closer, pushing up against her. Rubbing my cock against her mound.
“Do you think you can play games with me?” I ask softly.
She shakes her head vigorously from side to side.
“We…we were just talking,” she says hoarsely.
My hand is still clamped around her jaw, and I lower it now, curling it around her throat. I tighten my grip and feel her throat move as she swallows hard.
“I own you, Nikki Love,” I whisper into her face. “You don’t talk to anyone unless I say so. You don’t touch anyone unless I say so. And you don’t fuck anyone except me!” The last words are spat out at her. I’m angrier than I’d realized. The emotion is disturbing.
I reach for the top of her prissy white dress and rip it down over her chest. The lace of her bra barely hides her dark nipples. I pinch one between thumb and forefinger, feeling it pucker as I keep a grip on her throat. When I push up against her again, my cock is hard enough to crack ice.
“What did I just say?” I ask, leaning toward her ear. Just like the fucker who’d thought he could touch what belongs to me.
“You own me,” she sobs out. I release her throbbing nipple and reach for the hem of her dress, yanking it up over her hips. The lace of her panties is fragile beneath my probing fingers. It barely lasts a moment when I rip through it and shove my fingers into her.
“And who gets to fuck you?” I ask as I press my fingers into her heat.
“Only you,” she chokes out. I pump my fingers in and out before unzipping and releasing my cock from the confines of my pants. I dip down, hook her left knee up over my elbow and hitch her thigh up high, splaying her wide. She sways and scrabbles at my arm, but my hand is still clasped around her throat, holding her against the wall.
When I shove into her, she lets out a cry as the force of it lifts her onto her toes. I normally wait until she’s dripping before I fuck her. There’s no time for that now. I need to stake my claim, and I don’t care if she has to catch up.
It doesn’t take long. Within seconds, the front of my pants are soaked with her juices. Her breath is coming in sharp groaning gasps that match each thrust as I ram into her. I’m like a man possessed. I keep my eyes locked with hers, daring her to look away as I fuck her against the wall. In just minutes, I begin to feel that familiar clenching and spasming that tells me she’s close. And yet those blue eyes are welling with tears.
For fuck’s sakes…
“Tell me to stop,” I rasp out. “Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you hate this.”
A glistening teardrop has spilled and is hanging at the edges of her lashes.
“Tell me, goddammit!” I demand. Her body is pulling me to the brink, but those fucking eyes are killing me. And I hate that. I don’t need her permission to do what I’m doing.
“Don’t stop,” she husks out as she slides her hands down to cup my ass. “Please don’t stop!” She pulls me deeper, urges me forward. And as fucked up as this is, I keep going. I draw her close and bury my face into the curve of her neck as I lose myself in the heat of her.
“Who owns you?” I groan as the pleasure overwhelms me.
“You…I’m yours,” Nikki whispers into my ear, and I take her over the edge with me.
Chapter 10
Nikki Love
There are light grazes on my shoulder blades and lower back when I see myself in the bathroom mirror before my shower. The memory of those moments when we got home had been with me when I went to sleep. They were still there when I woke up. And I’m not sure how I feel about it all.
I linger in my room after my shower, reluctant to go down to breakfast and risk bumping into him. I doubt I’ll be missed anyhow. It’s not as if we actually interact beyond… Beyond what happens between us physically. The man doesn’t know the first thing about me. I don’t think he wants to find out. But the way he’d reacted when that guy got close to me. What was that about?
By the time I reach the breakfast room, I’m the only one there apart from Manuel.
