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Before he can respond, I sink down onto him. No finesse, no teasing—just raw, brutal need. He fills me in one go, stretching me wide, and we both groan, the sound raw and desperate. His hands fly to my hips, but I slap them away, gripping his wrists and pinning them above his head. “No. You don’t get to touch me unless I say so.”

His eyes flash, something dark and hungry passing through them, but he doesn’t fight me. Just nods, once, sharp. The submission in that small gesture sends a thrill through me, and I start to move.

I ride him hard, my hips slamming down onto his - HARD, the car rocking with the force of it. The leather squeaks beneath us, the windows fogging up completely now, the world outside reduced to a blur of light and shadow. His cock hits me deep, so deep it borders on pain, but I don’t care. I want it to hurt. Want to feel him in every goddamn part of me, want to punish him for the secrets, for the lies, for making me want him this badly.

“Fuck,” he grits out, his voice strained. His hips buck up into me, but I slam my hands down on his chest, pushing him back into the seat. “Stay still.”

He obeys, his body going rigid beneath me. His jaw is clenched so tight I can see the muscle ticking, his dark eyes locked onto mine. There’s fire there, a storm of want and frustration, but he’s letting me have this. Letting me take.

I lean forward, bracing my hands on the seat behind his head, caging him in. My hair falls around us like a curtain, and I bite his bottom lip, hard enough to taste copper. “You like this, don’t you?” My voice is a purr, a threat.

His breath hitches, but he doesn’t deny it. Can’t. His cock twitches inside me, and I smile, sharp and feral.

I change the angle, rolling my hips in slow, deliberate circles, dragging a groan from his chest. His fingers twitch against the leather, like he’s itching to grab me, but he doesn’t.

“You’re going to come when I say so,” I tell him, my voice rough. “Not before. And you’re going to do it quietly, because if you make a sound, I stop.” It’s a lie. I want his sounds, his groans, his goddamn begging. But the threat does its job. His eyes darken, his body tensing beneath me.

I speed up, my thighs burning, my pussy clenching around him. The friction is incredible, the angle perfect, and I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my gut. But I’m not ready yet. Not until he’s a wreck beneath me.

I reach between us, my fingers finding his balls, squeezing just hard enough to make him gasp. “Close, aren’t you?” My lips brush his ear. “I can feel it. You’re so fucking hard for me, Guido. Even after everything.”

He doesn’t answer, but his cock pulses inside me, and I know I’ve got him.

I pull off him suddenly, and he groans, his hips lifting like he’s chasing me. I smack his thigh, hard. “Stay.” Then I turn around, presenting my ass to him. “On your knees.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Shifts beneath me, kneeling on the seat, his cock slick with my juices and glistening in the dim light. I press my palms against the window, the glass cool against my feverish skin, and look back at him over my shoulder. “Fuck me. Hard.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His hands grip my hips, yanking me back onto his cock in one brutal thrust. I cry out, the sound muffled against the glass, my fingers leaving smudges in the fog. He’s deeper like this, hitting a spot that makes my vision go white out for a second.

“Yes—” The word is torn from me, half a gasp, half a snarl. “Just like that.”

He obeys, his hips snapping forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the car. The seat creaks beneath us, the whole damn vehicle shaking with the force of his thrusts. His hands are rough on my hips, his fingers digging in, but I don’t tell him to stop. I want the bruises. I want to feel him tomorrow, when the anger has faded, and all that’s left is this.

I reach back, my hand tangling in his hair, yanking him forward until his chest is pressed against my back. His breath is hot against my neck, his teeth grazing my shoulder. “Bite me,” I demand.

He does. Hard. Hard enough that I know there’ll be a mark. A brand. Proof.

My free hand flies to the window, palm splayed, fingers pressing against the glass as I push back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own. The car is a sauna now, the windows completely opaque, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

“I’m gonna come,” he growls against my skin, his voice rough. His hands tighten on my hips, his thrusts turning erratic.

“Not yet.” My voice is a whip crack. “Wait for me.”

He groans, but he listens, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. I can feel how close he is, his cock swollen inside me, his breath coming in sharp, desperate bursts. It’s intoxicating. The control. The power.

I let go of the window, my hand flying between my legs, my fingers finding my clit. The first touch is electric, and I moan, my body arching. “Fuck, fuck—”

Guido growls, his hips pistoning faster, his cock hitting that spot inside me over and over again. My fingers work in tight, frantic circles, and I can feel my orgasm crashing over me, a wave of heat and pleasure so intense it’s almost pain.

“Now,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “Come for me, Guido. Now.”

With a groan, he buries himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he comes, his release filling me, hot and thick. I can feel him, feel every fucking twitch, and it sends me over the edge. My pussy clenches around him, my own orgasm ripping through me, and I cry out, my forehead pressing against the glass, my body shaking.

For a moment, nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing and the thud of our hearts slowly returning to normal. Then I collapse back against him, my body spent, my limbs heavy. He wraps his arms around me, his lips pressing against the mark he left on my shoulder.

I should push him away. Should remind him that this doesn’t change anything. But I don’t. Can’t. Not yet.

After a long moment, I turn my head, my lips brushing his jaw. “We’re not done talking about this.”