Page 93 of Sinister Intentions

He exhaled. “You’re driving me insane, Punk,” he gritted out while looking at my lips again.

My mouth was suddenly bone dry, and I wet my lips.

His eyes gleamed, the predatory look sending a thrill through me even as I snapped my mouth closed.

He gripped my hips with his hands again, immobilizing me in place. “I’m over playing games.” His voice was deceptively soft. “You need to learn your place. You’re mine, Punk. You belong to me.”

My pussy clenched at his words, and I immediately glared at him. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to want him, no matter howmy traitorous body reacted to him. “Stop it,” I snapped, trying to assert some form of control over the situation. “Also, don’t I—thanks to you and Dad—belong to your brother and not you?”

The look in his eyes suddenly changed. Went hard and cold. Dangerously cold. “You need to understand one thing.” Vince’s voice softened, but his grip on my waist tightened as if to remind me of his dominance. “I’m the one who decides who you belong to. And right now.” He released his grip, splayed his hand on my chest, and pushed me back against the steering wheel.

“You’re in my car, on my lap, grinding against my dick.” He slid his hands under my shirt while holding my gaze.

My breath got stuck in my throat, and my whole body tensed when his calloused fingers touched my skin. It was such a thrilling feeling. Thrilling, strangely erotic, and again, even though just seconds ago, I wanted to kill him, right now, I wanted nothing more than to see where this was going. How it would feel to have him… I bit my lip and closed my eyes.

“Considering the evidence,” he whispered, leaving a burning path across my belly when he moved his hands upward. “I’d say you’re practically begging to belong to me.”

He pushed my bra up, cupped my breasts before he circled, and then squeezed my nipples into stiff peaks.

I bit back a moan but couldn’t suppress the tremble that accompanied the delicious shock of heat shooting through me.

I opened my eyes, found him, and held his gaze. This was insanity. Whatever my traitorous body wanted, this would be such a mistake—one I would never be able to recover from.

I narrowed my eyes. “I didn’t ask to be here. You dragged me. And I don’t belong to anyone,” I said, my voice huskier than I’d intended. “And I have never, and will never, beg.”

He leaned in until our noses nearly touched, both his hands on my breasts caught between us. “You’re the most annoying woman I’ve ever met.”

I narrowed my eyes and stared back. “You’re the most annoying man I’ve ever met.”

He cocked his head, got closer, his breath hot against my neck, and nipped at my pulse point.

I trembled.

“I don’t think your body would agree,” he whispered into my ear, then pinched both my nipples, hard enough to hurt.

I gasped, arousal and pain twisting together, mixing into a delicious heat that made my pussy clench. I could feel myself getting wetter.

“See.” His voice was rough with desire. “You’re mine. If you admit it or not, doesn’t change a thing.”

I shook my head, my fingernails biting into his skin.

He leaned back, his eyes gleaming in triumph. “Let go, Little One. I promise I got you.”

I stared at him.

And he stared back. This was the moment. We could keep on dancing around; I could keep on fighting this attraction between us. Or I could just give in, just for one night. Enjoy everything Vince Salvini could give me—and be finally done with being a twenty-one-year-old virgin.

“Oh fuck it.” His lips came crashing down on mine, claimed mine in a bruising kiss, plundering my mouth. He continued his assault on my breasts with one hand while he pulled the other one out from under my shirt, grabbed my neck, and pulled me deeper into the kiss.

I moaned into his mouth, desire overwhelming my resistance. My head warring with my body. This wasn’t smart. Giving in to him would give him power over me. Even more power than he already had.

And yet.

My body responded to his touch, his kiss, his everything. I ground against his hardness, searching for more contact while still refusing to accept the fact that this was Vince Salvini I was dry-humping against.

Damn.

When he finally released me, I could only stare at him, dazed and breathless.

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