It was why the records had been sealed to begin with.
That way, no one knew who I was or where I’d come from.
The rest of the traffic grew more distant, and we passed fewer cars the closer we got to returning to Saint Vale.
Enzo went quiet at the wheel, his lack of speaking pissing me off after he’d jeopardized my life for a question that he didn’t even follow up with.
Staring out the window, I didn’t say a word as my body shook. I rested my head against it and released deep sighs to relax.
I drew back when he turned onto a gravel path with a rusted sign that saidPRIVATE PROPERTY.
He drove a few feet until we were completely hidden among tall trees, and the highway was no longer visible. My muscles tightened when he released his seat belt, and I balled my fist around the door handle.
I gasped as he climbed over the console and quickly straddled me in my seat.
It was a tight fit, and his weight kept me in place. I attempted to wriggle, lifting my hips to buck him off me, as he pinned my wrists above my head.
I writhed, terrified of what his next move would be, while breathing in the scent of him, mingled with the seat’s fresh leather.
He rammed his hips into mine, pushing me more into the seat. “I want answers, Blair.”
I hated that I groaned before crying out, “I don’t know what you want from me. I don’t have the answers you’re looking for.”
“You have secrets.” He lowered his head to the crook of my neck and sucked on my skin. “You know why I love cracking open people’s secrets?”
Goose bumps dotted my skin, and I trembled when he released one of my hands. His rough palm skimmed beneath my dress as I squirmed underneath him.
He trailed his lips up my ear. “Because I use those secrets against them. I turn them into their undoing.”
My body throbbed, aching for more.
Finding a good angle, he shifted to stroke the skin that led between my legs. Instead of pushing him away, I relaxed my body, letting my weight sink into the soft leather. I turned my head in shame, refusing to meet the devil’s eyes as I sinned with him.
As his lips brushed my skin, his face returned to my neck, and I felt the cruel curve of his smirk. A shiver ran through me, my nerves crackling, as his stiff cock grazed my leg through his pants.
It twitched once, twice, and I arched my hips, craving more, even though it was the opposite of what any sane person would do.
His wicked fingers danced over the delicate fabric of my panties as he freed my other hand. His grip loosened so much that he wasn’t even holding my wrist anymore. The frigid air from the car vent stung my exposed thighs as he pushed my dress up.
His threatening to use my secrets against me should’ve had me slamming my thighs shut, but I opened them wider, silently begging for his touch. It was cramped and awkward, but of course the devil managed to slip his fingers under my panties.
“So wet for a man she wants to hide herself from,” he muttered with a scoff, craning his neck to stare into my eyes. “I wonder if teasing your pussy and playing with this clit will have you singing your secrets out in any way I want.” His thumb applied pressure to my clit before massaging it.
I arched my back as high as I could, his body blocking themovement, as my lower lip quivered. To stop myself from begging him for more, I bit down on my tongue, feeling the sharp sting.
He repositioned himself again, the cramped space giving him limited room, and when that proved not enough, he tore my panties off. My knees buckled as he ripped them down my legs and threw them in the back seat.
There I was, fully bare to him.
His free hand rested on the seat, over my head, as his other ran a line down my slit.
A low moan escaped my lips as I whimpered, and my eyes fell on his gaze. It was full of concentration, completely emotionless.
His thumb returned to my clit as he whispered, “E,” tracing a capitalEwith the pad. “N,” he said, shaping the letter with his finger. “Z,” he added, doing the same, and then finished with, “O.” His lip curled, revealing his canine, and his words dripped with arrogance as he said, “Next time, I’ll spell out my name with my tongue.”
My body jerked up the seat, my muscles tensing, as he plunged two thick fingers inside me. An ache radiated through my core before my body eased as he slowly started pumping his fingers in and out of me.
He rolled to his side, moving his hand from over my head, and braced himself by digging his fingers into the skin of my hip. His eyes drank in the sight of the space between my thighs, to my most intimate part, as he sank his fingers inside me.
