Page 29 of Twisted Truths

“Good! Seems to be a fair exchange because you drive me fucking crazy!” He punches the steering wheel with the arm I’m not holding onto.

I stare at him wide-eyed. It’s alarming to see this man who is normally so put together and in control of his emotions, even if it’s anger or irritation, unraveled. My hand drops from his arm.

“Who was that guy I caught you with?”

“Caught me? What do you mean caught me? That implies there’s something between us, and newsflash, Mr. Voss, you are my boss and nothing more.”

At least he slows down the car a little at my angry outburst.

His head whips in my direction. “Is that right?” There’s a challenge in his voice.

“Yes! What I do with my personal time is of no consequence to you. It’s none of your business.”

His deep chuckle fills the car. “Do you actually believe that, or like me, is that some lie you’re trying to trick yourself into believing?”

My lips press together in a thin line. “I said what I said. It’s not your business who he was. You’re just my boss, and I’m off the clock.”

I don’t know why I don’t tell him that Bastion is my brother, but I don’t want to. Pride or defiance or maybe just being sick of taking his shit for the past two weeks.

His hand sails over the console between the seats until he’s cupping my pussy over my underwear. I suck in a breath, but to my own shame, I don’t push his hand away because it feels good. It feels right.

With wide eyes, I look where his hand disappears underneath my sundress, then look at him. My heart is a commanding bass drum in my chest, so loud I swear he must be able to hear it.

“Feel how fucking hot and wet you are… are you telling me this is for him, not me?” he growls, still looking at the road.

“It’s not for him,” I nearly whisper.

“Who is he?” He grips my mound tighter, then spares me a look before returning his attention to the road. “Who. Is. He?”

“None of your business.”

A deep sadistic chuckle leaves his lips. “I’m going to get it out of you. Now tell me who he is to you.”

This is a battle of wills I’m determined to win. “No.”

Obsidian lifts his hand, and I think that he’ll pull away. The weight of my disappointment at that thought should probably concern me. Instead, he slips his hand under the waistband of my underwear, and his finger brushes my clit.

I bite my lip, stifling the moan that wants to escape my lips, but my legs widen in supplication, so it’s obvious to him I want more.

“Who is he?” He dips his fingers lower and pushes one finger into me, then uses the heel of his palm to apply pressure to my clit at the same time.

My head falls back against the headrest, and my eyes close, my moan slipping out.

“Tell me who he is, Ariana. I want to know.” He adds another finger, stretching me in the most delicious way.

Eyes still closed, I shake my head.

He continues to work me, asking over and over who Bastion is.

My head lolls to the side, and I watch his profile while he works me with one hand and the steering wheel with his other. He’s focused, lasered in on his goal, all power and dominance, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to fully give myself to a man like Obsidian.

Would he care for me and help me discover heights I never knew existed, or would he destroy me?

We’re driving too fast, his attention half on what he’s doing to me and half on the dark road in front of us, but I can’t find it in myself to care. I’m barreling toward an orgasm of epic proportions, and that’s all that matters.

He pulls his fingers from me and centers all his attention on my clit. My insides contract as I draw closer to an orgasm.

“Tell me who he is.”

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