Page 68 of Dare To Live

She doesn’t reply to that, and we wait for my car in silence. When it pulls up, I reach back to unhook her arms.

“Here we are.” I take her hand, and lead her to the road, where the valet has the passenger door open.

He hands me the keys. I swap them for a folded hundred-dollar bill, slam the door, sealing Arabella inside and then stride around and climb in behind the wheel.

We’re deep in traffic before she breaks the silence.

“Where are you staying?”

“Royal Crown Plaza.” I keep my eyes on the road and reach across the center console to run a finger up her thigh. “Pull your dress up.”

“We’re in the middle of traffic.”

“Tinted windows. No one can see.”

“You need to look where you’re going.”

“That’s my intention.” One corner of my mouth tips up.

It takes her a minute to understand my meaning. She gasps.

“Oh my god. No, Eli! Watch the road!”

“I am watching the road.” My fingers pluck at the hem of her dress, drawing it up her thigh. “I want to play with you while I drive.” I brush along the outer lips of her pussy.

“Eli!”

“Let me in, Kitten.”

“It’s not safe!”

“And going out to meet a stranger in the dark when you were eighteen was?” I push one finger inside her. Her gasp makes my dick hard. “Pull the top of your dress down. Play with your nipples.”

When she shakes her head, I pull my finger free and lift it to my lips. “You’re no fun, Kitten.” My tongue licks up her flavor and I make a contented noise in the back of my throat. “I love how you taste.”

“How far away is the hotel?”

“Why? Eager for my dick, Hellcat?”

“I haven’t been to the Royal Crown Plaza before.”

“It’s nice.” I slant a look at her. “The elevator is mirrored. You’ll be able to watch yourself come while I eat your pussy in it.”

“You’re … not going to do that …” Her voice is faint.

“Is that a statement or a question? If it’s the first, you’re wrong. If it’s the latter, then yes, I most certainly am.” I cross the lanes and turn into the parking lot for the hotel. “And here we are.” I pull into a space and cut the engine, then turn to look at her. “Full disclosure.” I reach for her hands. “If you come into the hotel with me, I have no intention of letting you leave until you admit that closure on our relationship is off the table.”

She tries to pull her hands away. I tighten my hold.

“I’m serious. It’s not closure you’re after, it’s acceptance that you like the things I do to you. That the games we play turn you on.” I drop one hand to tangle my fingers into her hair and tip her head up. “Admit that nothing compares to what you had with me.”

“That’s easy to admit to. I doubt anyone has experienced what you put me through.”

“Put you through, Hellcat? I didn’t hear you complaining.”

“I’m not talking about what you did as Sin.”

“If memory serves, you crossed the line a few times yourself. I seem to recall a special coffee you gave me.”

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