Page 29 of Haunt Me

What the hell is going on with me?

I’m practically eye-fucking him right now and I’m unable to stop myself.

A sudden surge of confidence washes over me, and words spill out of my mouth before I can stopthem. “You look so good right now,” I blurt out. A mischievous smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, and all I can think about is the desire to feel his lips against mine and every other part of me.

I swiftly unbuckle my seatbelt and lean over the center console, the cool leather pressing against my arm. My hand confidently lands on his chest, fingers delicately trailing down.

“What are you doing, Starlet?” he asks, confusion lacing his voice, but I pay no attention as I press my mouth against the soft skin of his neck. Goosebumps cover his skin as I whisper in his ear, “I’ve been fantasizing about how it would feel if you fucked me in this car.”

“Starlet.” His voice carries a warning tone, but I persist, leaving sloppy kisses on his neck as my hand brushes over his already hardening bulge. He inhales sharply, a sound that fuels my excitement. The car screeches to an abrupt halt, jerking me forward and almost sending me crashing through the windshield. Removing my hand from him, he forcefully pushes me back into my seat.

“Stop—You’re drunk, Star.” I gaze at him, my lips slightly parted, my cheeks flushed. “Any other time I wouldn’t have thought twice about fucking you right now, right here—but in your drunken state, I would never take advantage of you like that.” I’m torn between thanking him for stopping me or wanting to slap him.

Oh, no.

In a frenzy, I hastily swing the car door open and empty the contents of my stomach onto the ground. “Fuck,” I hear him say as he grabs my hair, pulling it back. His hand soothingly rubs my back, providing comfort until I’m certain I’m done. The last thing I want is to vomit in his fancy car.

“Let me take you home, little star,” he coos, his voice filled with tenderness, as I lean back into the seat, nodding in agreement, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

I must’ve fallen asleep because I’m woken when I feel him lifting me into his arms. Through half-closed eyes, I glimpse the familiarity of home as he carries metowards the front door. His scent, a blend of cologne and mint that I’ve come to love, fills my senses.

Gently, he places me on my bed, but before he can straighten, I grasp his arm.

“Help me out of my dress?” I ask softly. There is a brief silence before his fingers brush against my legs, tugging at the fabric, inch by inch until it slips over my head. I'm exposed, adorned only in red laced panties, but right now, I couldn't care less. The softness of my blanket envelopes me, and a tender kiss on my forehead elicits a weak smile.

“I will never let anything happen to you,my little star.”

That’s the last thing I hear before sleep takes over and I drift into a sweet darkness with his scent still lingering, wrapping me in a sense of security.

Chapter 17

Argent

That sweet little starof mine always has a way of attracting trouble, so when I got to her house and she wasn’t there—I knew Chloe dragged her somewhere to get drunk again.

Besides knowing Chloe really well, the amount of perfume that hung in that house was enough to give me a headache and was the first sign that they were out having fun and probably causing havoc.

But when it comes toher, the fun always seems to turn into complication.

I knew their go-to spot was Rosito’s Nightclub, the very place that had driven me to unleash my fury onthat pretentious pretty boy, tearing him apart from the inside out.

Literally.

On my way there, I tried calling her, but she didn’t pick up, which caused an icy chill to course through my veins. I just knew something was wrong, so when I tried her again and her soft, fragile voice begged for help—I saw red.

I told her I didn’t kill that piece of shit—which was the truth, but I did give him a little warning, taking a souvenir with me.

But what surprised me was her behavior in the car. It took all my self-control to resist the urge to rip that pretty little red dress off her breathtaking body and fucking her so hard that an imprint of her figure would remain in that seat for years to come.

But she was drunk and if I did act on my lust—there would be no difference between me or that pig that tried to hurt her.

Speaking of a pig.

I spot him pulling into his driveway, the screech of his tires piercing the stillness of the night. Blood drips from his trembling body as he struggles to exit the car.The metallic scent fills the air as he fumbles to reach his front door.

I managed to take his ID and have Demitri run a check and find out where he lives. I might have let him go back there, but did he really think it was gonna be that easy?

No one fucks with my girl and gets away with it.

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