Page 96 of Contention

Kara walks a few feet up the street, noting the way his car follows her slowly, ominously. God, she would be absolutely shitting her pants if he were a stranger. Absolutely terrified for her life. But this is the game, this is Nick.

He’s part of her choice.

Finally, she pauses, letting him get even with her again. Acting like she’s making a hard choice, she says, “Alright. I suppose I’d appreciate the lift. It’s a little scary out. Thank you.”

The smile that overtakes his features is positively wicked. “No problem.”

Kara gets in and gives him a weak, nervous smile, buckling herself in. She pretends to give him some directions, knowing it will take them to an empty alleyway. They drive in silence and Kara absently touches her collarbone, exposed, feeling the way his eyes catch on her movement.

His gaze is like a physical, burning touch. Aggressive, hungry. Terrifying.

Oh, so arousing. It’s almost like foreplay, teasing him this way, pretending she has no idea what she’s doing. Pretending she has no idea how she’s working him up, shifting so that her skirt rides up precariously, almost to the apex of her thighs. He makes a strangled noise in his throat and Kara feels herself grow wet.

Kara’s practically aching inside by the time they reach their destination.

She makes as if to leave the car, saying, “Thank you for the ride, sir.” He grabs her wrist tightly, keeping her in place. Kara pretends to get nervous, eyes going wide and scared. “S-sir?”

There’s a nasty grin playing on his lips, eyes like fiery coals in the shadow. “Did you think my help would be free? How are you going to pay me?”

“I…I have no money. You never said anything about that. I can’t…I can’t pay you.” Kara replies in surprised outrage, her heart racing with adrenaline already, putting herself mentally in the place of a girl who truly has been threatened by a strange man, one demanding payment. “I get paid tomorrow, if you’re that desperate to get money. Does that work?”

She swallows thickly. He’s got all the physical power in the world over her.

“Tomorrow? Oh,no. Sweetpea. That’s not going to work. That’s just not going to work at all, I’m afraid.”

Kara tries to yank herself out of his grasp, tries to plaster herself against the door, hitting his hands away. “Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t hurt me.”

He unbuckles his belt, his erect cock springing free. With a snarl, Nick yanks her to him with a sharp show of strength. His teeth are against her ear as he sneers, “You’re not getting out of this car until you’ve paid me what you owe.”

She stares at his cock, looking at the glistening tip, dribbling precum, the veins on the side, nice and thick. The thrill of anyone looking where they’re parked and seeing them. “Touch it,” he says, fighting with her briefly, trying to force her fingers around it. “Make me feel good, baby girl.”

He’s hot, steel velvet in her grasp, twitching when she strokes him from the bottom up. The sound of his breathing begins to change, filling the small space. Precum covers her fingers in short order, marking her with his desire to take her.

“You’re disgusting,” she says to him, forcing a glower onto her face. “Taking advantage of a girl in need! How could you?”

Stroke. Stroke.Stroke. The wet sounds of precum, slicking flesh on flesh.

He gasps, eyelashes fluttering, head tilting back. She wants to mark his neck with a necklace of her teeth.

“So easily,” he rasps in reply to her accusation. “Look how easy you are, sweetpea.”

She wants to correct him, to tell him she’s not easy, because she already knows how disappointed in herself she’s going to feel later.

As Kara strokes him into a frenzy, he pushes the straps of her shirt down her shoulders, exposing her breasts, straining in her thin lacy bra. With a growl, he plays with her nipples, tweaking, pinching, gently pulling until Kara feels herself panting. Her nipples have always been so sensitive, every touch directly connected to her core.

“Sit on me,” he orders, pushing his seat back as far as it will go, eliminating the fear of her ass hitting the horn and alerting people to their indecent activity. “Sit on my cock, you slut.”

“No,” she argues, just to be a pain. “I don’t think I fucking will.”

She’s rather breathless, so she doubts she sounds very convincing.

“I don’t think I fucking will.”He mimics her voice in falsetto as he hauls her into his seat. “I’ll fuck that attitude right out of you.”

Kara slaps him, not too hard, but hard enough that he rips her thong off in response. “Asshole!” Kara snaps with genuine anger. “I liked that one!”

The corner of his mouth twitches. He’s trying to bite back a grin of amusement. Nick covers it up quickly, blanking the emotion off his face once more, becoming the monster embodied with hunger and twisted desire.

There’s nothing between Kara and his cock now as she straddles him, feeling a moment of embarrassment that anyone could look out their window and see her naked ass. Resting her fingers on his shoulders, she begins to lower herself onto him.

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