Page 92 of Sinister Intentions

Did he know the kind of impact his words had on me? Did he know that his implied promise sent a thrill of excitement through me unlike anything I’d ever experienced?

Not that I had any experience. Hard to meet boys and explore your sexuality when you are under surveillance 24/7.

And what had happened in Italy kinda took away all desire to… I would not think about Italy.

But, at least, I knew now I wasn’t too broken to feel something, to still have sexual desires, to still want to experience it all.

Only, couldn’t my body and mind choose someone else?

Someone who wouldn’t swallow me whole, spit me out, and leave me in pieces after he was done with me?

Someone normal and less threatening to my physical health and my sanity?

I narrowed my eyes. I hated how my body responded to him, how easily he could affect me—in any way. “You wouldn’t dare,” I challenged even as a part of me hoped he would. The part that was apparently not interested in survival.

Vince’s eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched. “Last chance. Get out of the car willingly, or I’ll make you.”

I glared back at him, my heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. What would he do? What did I want him to do?

The air between us crackled with tension, and I found myself caught between the urge to flee and the desire to see just how far he’d go, which was bad, really, really bad.

Also, once I was in his apartment, there was no way he would let me go again.

And I needed to figure things out.

Alone.

I looked down. He was still strapped in. I opened my seatbelt as stealthily as I could. “Fine,” I said and glared back at him. I would get out, but not how he wanted me to. Instead, I would just run. I was leaner, lighter, younger, and I just needed to make it outside of the building.

He nodded once.

I tensed, waited, and as soon as he let go, I jumped into action.

I opened my door, slipped out of my seatbelt, and jumped out of the car, only to have his hand wrap around my wrist and be flung back into my seat. “Not so fast, Little One.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Holy shit, that man had reflexes.

I was so shocked when I landed in my seat after he’d pulled me back into the car that I only stared at him as he leaned over, grabbed the handle and slammed my car door shut again. “Stop running from me.”

I glared at him. “You are literally textbook, insane. You just told me to get out of the car or you’d make me, and now that I tried to, you tell me to stop running. What is it now? Should I stay or go?”

He narrowed his eyes, glared back. “Again with the bratty behavior? Are you sure you are ready to handle the consequences?”

But before I could make up my mind, Vince slid his seat back, while he gripped my waist with his strong hands, and yanked me onto his lap, then maneuvered us both so I ended up straddling him.

My heart raced as I faced him, suddenly breathless and intensely aware of his cock pressing against my core through our clothes.“What the he—” The words stuck in my throat as he looked at my lips for a millisecond before looking back up, his eyes smoldering dark.

Holy shit.

I squiggled, intensely aware of the cramped space and his arms clamped around me, holding me in his lap.

He hissed and tightened his grip. “Stay still,” he commanded in a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, demanding submission.

I swear I was slowly losing my mind because I was both aroused and pissed off at the same time. What was he doing? I shoved at his chest, my nails biting into his shirt. “Let me go.”

He didn’t budge an inch. “So you can run away and hurt yourself? Not a chance.” His gaze raked over me, dark with lust and possession. He’d had the same look in his eyes right before he’d kissed me in the library.

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