Page 12 of Twisted Little Thing

CHAPTER V

Nicky

"Remember, you're cool with this," he says with a husky voice.

We are standing outside the bar, faint traffic noises polluting the streets in the distance, while we wait for the cab he called, the air pleasantly cool in the dark evening air. I look at him smugly as I finish leaving a voicemail for Yuka letting her know that I am not coming home tonight.

"I am not planning to put up any more arguments," I respond loftily.

"You better not."

He wraps his arm around my shoulders and squeezes. The night is chilly and I am not dressed properly for the current temperatures. His body's warmth feels too comfortable to reject his proximity.

Being the perfect gentleman, he has his jacket draped around my shoulders, our bodies close. The way he possessively draws his arm around me and pulls me closer reminds me of how a predator handles his prey.

A black limousine approaches, and just as I am about to crack a joke about who on earth would be driving a car like that in a neighborhood like this, the vehicle stops in front of us.

Evan steps forward to open the door for me.

"Are you kidding me?" I exclaim as he waits for me to climb into the back seat.

"Remember," he warns. "No more arguments."

I raise my eyebrows at him, but I follow the gesture of his head encouraging me to get into the car. It is not a stretch limousine, but still it is the most expensive and exquisite car that I have ever ridden in. The leather on the seats is ridiculously soft, and the features equipping the vehicle are more stylish and probably cost more money than anything I own.

I instantly feel self-conscious about my holey jeans and cheap t-shirt, as if I am little more than filth, drastically underdressed to be in such an expensive vehicle. The driver, whose face is hidden from us by a darkened piece of glass, starts the engine.

"This was not part of the deal," I whisper.

Evan reaches for my hand and gently squeezes it. "I am sorry. I hope you don't feel tricked."

"A little," I whisper. "But I might be willing to forgive you."

He catches my eye then, again with that boyish smile. "Guess you didn't expect your night to turn out like this?"

I shake my head. "Certainly not."

"Isn't that a good thing, though?" he wants to know. "Unpredictability."

"It is for me," I say. "But I am sure you wouldn't agree. You are the one in control, after all."

He smirks as if I caught him doing something naughty.

"You're right," he says in a deep, seductive voice. "Would you mind if I continue to do that? Exercising control, that is."

"What do you mean?"

I look at him expectantly, as he fixes me with his dark eyes. He looks like someone who has a secret that he is shy to share. His intense gaze scares me a little – but it also makes my heart race. I would never openly admit it in front of him, but I cannot wait to get to wherever it is that he is taking us so that we can continue to explore what that intense kiss promised.

"I like to be in control," he finally says. "I don't know if you have experience with a dominant man or not, but I think I can teach you a lot and reward you with a lot of pleasure. That is, if you are willing to submit to me the way I want you to."

I look at him, slightly confused. Without saying a word, I seek for an explanation by staring into his dark eyes, his perfect face that is too far away from me right now.

"The way you want me to?" I ask.

He nods. "Yes. To submit. Let me take the lead. I have a dominant nature, Nicky. A very specific way of giving and receiving pleasure. And I sense that you might be a good match for me."

"Oh," I breathe.

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