I’m not sure if he’s silently laughing at my ridiculous snorts or that I thought he was a cop. “So if you’re not a cop, you’re a stalker, then?”
“I prefer the term hunter.” His dark eyes survey my body as we wait at the traffic lights.
I shift in my seat, squeaking the leather. Biting my bottom lip, I glance up through my lashes, meeting his heated gaze. “So if you’re the hunter, does that make me the prey?”
“We can play fox and the hound if you like, Red.” His fingers graze against my cheek as he moves a strand of black hair from my face. Leaning close, his warm breath fans my neck, carrying the scent of whiskey. “If it means I get to taste you.”
A delightful shiver racks my bones. His nose trails the length of my shoulder as he inhales my scent like a bloodhound, causing another shudder to travel straight to my core.
Horns beep from behind, making me jump. Dom glances back with a scowl, then casually shifts into gear now the lights are on green. My place isn’t far from the club, but getting through the city traffic can be a nightmare. At this late hour, there aren’t many cars about, but Dom takes his time, even more so now the guy behind was beeping his horn.
I swallow the excessive saliva building in my mouth. Anxiety pounds underneath my breasts. I should be scared. Terrified. But I’m wet. So freakin’ wet I worry I’m going to leave a mark on his leather seat.
Dom shifts gears again. Watching him drive has my core pulsing. His corded, inked arms gripping the steering wheel are my porn. If only he wasn’t a little weird with the stalking shit, I could get on board.
As we turn the corner, I let out a breath and relax my shoulders, knowing we’re heading for my estate. My only concern now is whether to invite him in. I roll my eyes.Sure, just let your stalker into your house so he can set up surveillance cameras and really take this to the next level.
Dom bristles at the side of me. “Do you usually see a black BMW on this estate?”
Another snort escapes me. “Not in this neighbourhood.”
“Fuck.” His deep, husky voice has my head snapping to the side. Then he grips the back of my neck and yanks my head down into his lap.
“Owe!” I scratch at his hand, gripping my neck, my face buried into his crotch.
“Keep down.”
“Why?” I try to lift my head to take a look out the window, but he forces my head further into his lap, my nose pressing against his dick. “Hey, you’re hurting me.” I claw at his grip, my fighting instincts kicking in.
He growls deep from within his chest. “Stay down, little fox. There’s a BMW prowling the estate, probably waiting for you to arrive home. You don’t want the big bad wolf to catch your scent.” His words cloak my skin with fear. A dull sense of realisation washes over me, and I do as I’m told.
He loosens his grip on my neck but keeps his hand there. “Once you’re safe from prying eyes, I’ll let you know.”
I stop fighting him. My body stays perfectly still, paralysed with fear. Malcolm owned a BMW. I don’t need to be a genius to put two and two together. My heart pounds in my ears, causing a throbbing pain in my head. My panting breaths against his trousers have made a damp patch on the cotton. At least, I think that’s me.
“Do you know the people chasing you, Red?”
“No.” I lie. The shame of being associated with London’s most notorious gangsters is enough to keep my situation private. He doesn’t need to know I was so freakin’ naïve to dance for them in private rooms. And stupidly I did because I liked the money and attention at first until I was caught in the middle of gang warfare. At first, I thought I was working at a casino. I had no idea it was a front for money laundering schemes and drug trafficking.
With my face pressed firmly against his groin, there’s no mistaking the swell in his trousers. I gulp as he thickens beneath me, then shifts in his seat.
Dom strokes my neck, his hand loosely resting there and no longer holding me down, but I keep my head next to his lap, settling into the safety of him, hoping this is all a bad dream, or pure coincidence, but I know that’s wishful thinking. Sooner or later, my past was always going to catch up with me.
5
DOM
Ishift in the seat again, my trousers becoming incredibly uncomfortable with my growing erection.
Her hot breath seeps through the fabric, letting my dick know just how close she is. I groan inwardly with flickering eyelids. Normally when a woman’s head’s in my lap, I’d undo my zipper and let her get to work, but now is not the time to play.
As much as I want to watch her choke on my dick, smear her red lipstick around my length while her fiery hair caresses my thighs, I need to focus. I check in the rear-view mirror to make sure we’re not being followed and take the long way to my brother’s place in this forsaken northern city.
“Can I move yet?” Her voice vibrates against me, causing a shiver at the base of my spine.
My fingers caress the back of her neck, moving her black hair to reveal the copper tucked underneath. “Soon, Red.”
“Where are we going?”
