Instead of responding, she narrowed her eyes at me.
That brat.
“You can be a brat with Cairo all you want,” I said.“He probably lets you walk all over him.But with me, that mouth andthoseeyes are going to get you thrown out of my car, on the side of the road, so I can shove my cock down your throat and make you apologize for it.”
“Mmhmm,” she hummed.“I’m sure that you’re going to?—”
I pulled over to the side of the road, got out of the car, stormed around it to her side, and yanked her door open.Tonight, she’d learn not to test my patience.And I would rejoice in every moment of making her my dirty, filthy little whore.
CHAPTERFORTY-TWO
ASTRID
“You’re not goingto do shi?—”
Before I could finish my sentence, Arch grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulled me out of the car, and shoved me onto my knees.Cars whizzed past us on the main road, and I felt like the dirtiest, most disgusting whore ever.
And—God—did I love it.
When Arch pulled back on my hair, I glared up at him, nostrils flaring.“You’re a piece?—”
He spit on my face, and warmth exploded through my pussy.I pressed my thighs together and bit back a whimper as he rubbed his spit into my face.Then he shoved four fingers into my mouth.I bit down on his fingers.
After hissing in pain, he smacked my cheek and pushed his fingers into my mouth again, as if I wouldn’t do the same fucking thing to him.I bit down again on his fingers, earning myself another smack.This one harder.
“Keep it open,” he snarled.
“Or what?”I gargled on his fingers, spit rolling down my chin.
He smacked me again.“Or I’ll make sure it stays open myself.”
I spit up at him, “How are you going to do that?Don’t have anyone to help you keep it?—”
Arch pulled me to my feet and ripped off my bottoms and my top, so I stood completely naked near the passenger side of the car.Before I knew it, he had me bent at the hip, my tits pressing against the window.
“You want to be a fucking bitch?”he growled.“I’ll keep treating you like one.”
My pussy was salivating, my legs already weak.Arch lined himself up at my entrance, and I tightened in anticipation.I curled my toes and arched my back, knees gently bent, my panties scrunched at my ankles.
He thrust into me.“A breedable fucking bitch.”
A soft whimper left my mouth, and my fingertips whitened against the glass.
Every thrust became rougher, his dick somehow getting deeper.Whines and whimpers tumbled out of my mouth, my tits bouncing wildly against the window.He gripped my hips tightly, pounding into my cunt.
“Apologize,” he growled.
What does he want me to apologize for again?Being cute?
“No,” I said in a breathy whisper.
Arch stopped completely, the tip of his dick at my entrance.My eyes widened, and I whipped my head around.
Why did he stop?!My pussy pulsed wildly, desperate for him to be inside me again, filling me over and over and over.
His grip on my hips tightened.“Apologize.”
“N—” I began, but realized that he really wasn’t going to push himself inside me until I apologized to him.“I … I’m sorry.Please, put it back inside me.”I tightened harder.“Please, Arch.I’m sorry.”
