Page 47 of Contention

Her head falls back on her shoulders, or at least it almost does. The back of her head bonks his forehead in the process, with him by her ear. She’s slurring now, sleep at the edges of her vision. “No. You sh..sh..shall not. You. Intolerable beast.”

She’s drank too much.You get what you deserve, stupid bint.

“That’s veryPride & Prejudiceof you,” he rasps mockingly, words that Kara can feel vibrating in his chest, pressed against her side. He’s got a soft grin on his lips, amused. “Color me impressed. Why ever not? I thought you wanted touseme.”

The way he says ‘use’ is dirty.

Use. Her idea of using him would include her pussy on his face, holding him down, fingers tight in his hair as she rubs his nose against her-

Kara mumbles her response, and she’s extremely witty. Truly, a genius of words. Something about being a nun. Really. Truly. Because he’s a bad man, an awful human being, and her quest to one-up him is paved on a road teeming with disaster.

Be the nun, Kara, she wills herself.

“I didn’t hear that,” Calais says. Too bad for him, he’s missing out.

He’s so loud in her ear. Why is he so darn loud? He’s practically on her, crammed up on her in this small corner of his fancy limo, with its shiny lights.

“Shiny lights,” Kara mutters, smiling dreamily as she looks up at the party lights flickering around the dimmed limo interior.

A familiar hand grips her chin and tilts her face. “Oh, boy,” Calais mutters, staring down at her seriously. “Wake up, Kara.”

His eyes make her think of Caribbean beaches. It isn’t fair; an awful man like him shouldn’t have eyes like that.

Hazily, Kara continues to take note of the long limo, the wet bar, the silent driver up front. “This. This is your limo, yes? You own it?”

His nose is in her hair and Kara distantly hopes she smells as good as he does. But that’s impossible, because he smells like money and she doesn’t. “A rental. I can take you wherever you want to go.”

“S-sounds bribe-y of you.”

“That’s not a word, sweetpea.” Oh, she loves the rumble of his chest against her cheek.

“Yesh, it is.”

She feels fine. Just a little exhausted. Her temple is starting to give warning of a headache. Hangover in the winds. Thank goodness it’s the weekend.

“Tell me where home is, Kara.” Soft, persuasive. “Let me take you home.”

The sober part of her, what little left there is, tells her no. Don’t tell him where you live. That’s not for him to know. That’s too dangerous. He’s a liar. He’s not safe.

Trouble.

Still slightly drunk, she presses her hand down between them and feels at his crotch artlessly. It’s like she’s touched an electric wire, the way he reacts and distantly, Kara realizes it’s rather rude to just grab a guy, but he’s no saint, he’s done worse. His arms tighten around her and a warning growl comes to his voice, “Kara.”

She sighs with a strange sort of relief at what she’s found. “Soft…” she replies barely, words fading into slumber.

Because he is, mostly. Half-mast from her squirming on his lap, but not a rock-hard erection by any means. He can’t hurt her with a soft appendage. He prefers some struggle, after all. He prefers it when she says ‘no’ and uses her teeth.

That’s the last thing she thinks before true sleep takes her.

Chapter 13

She wakes up in the most comfortable bed that she’s ever had the pleasure of lying in. The scent reminds her instantly of a hotel, clean and cool, and she knows it isn’t her bed. The thread count of the sheets feels like…a lot.

Not that Kara knows dick about thread counts, but she’s heard it’sathing.

The other, more obvious thing she notices is her pounding head and the underwire of her bra stabbing her in the side of her breast. Kara grumbles menacingly, unsnapping her bra to give the girls some room to breathe. Of all the getups to pass out in, this bra is not the one to do it in.

Sitting up, minding her aching head, she finds herself in a lovely, modern looking room, crystal fixtures ramping up the glam. There’s a bathroom to her left and she warily stumbles to it, more than glad that her body feels otherwise fine, no funny business, and her lacy capri leggings are still in place under her dress.

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