Page 20 of Save Me

“Is that all you know?” I ask, studying him closely. Raising an eyebrow, he eyes me intently. “What else is there?” he questions.

“He did all this because I’m not his daughter.” My words hang in the air, and I lunge forward as the car comes to a stop by the side of the road. Argent turns off the engine and turns his body to face me. “What?” he asks, bewildered.

“Found out I’m a rapist’s baby, and he couldn’t live with that. He was the one responsible for my car accident and God knows what else,” I declare, and he remains silent, his gaze fixed on me.

My attention is captured by how he wipes his palms on his thighs, lightly pushing his hips up as he adjusts his posture.

Despite everything I’ve been through, against all odds, you would think that this is the last thing I would want—but I want him now more than ever. Memories of our intimate encounter in his car flood mymind, causing me to inhale sharply. As I stare at him, I contemplate whether this is a good idea.

Fuck it.

Slowly, I release my seatbelt, capturing his attention. Sliding it over my arm, I carefully climb onto his lap.

“Star, what are you doing?” he growls, his voice dipping low as I straddle him. Ignoring his question, I begin planting soft kisses on his neck, working my way up to his chin.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” he murmurs. “I am,” I respond, my words interrupted by kisses and the feeling of his warm hands gripping my waist.

“Star—”

“I want this!” I snap, causing him to close his mouth. “I need this—I need you,” I confess, tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to spill over.

Without wasting another second, he grabs me firmly behind my neck, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. As he pulls me closer, I can feel the forceful collision of our lips, the sound of our breathless gasps filling the air.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He whispers breathlessly before slipping his tongue past my lips. The taste of mint lingers in my mouth as his tongue explores mine, igniting a flood of memories.

My hands find solace in his hair, gripping tightly as a low growl emanates from his chest, intensifying the moment. Despite the overwhelming desire, I remind myself that I need to assert control.

His hands glide down the curve of my waist, causing electric shivers to course through me before resting firmly on my hips, squeezing gently. A gasp escapes my lips as I feel his hardness pressing against me, causing me to pull back and press against his chest.

“Stop,” I manage to breathe, my heart pounding in my ears. Breathlessly, we lock eyes, silently communicating our desires. I climb off his lap, and back into the passenger seat, closing my eyes and inhaling deeply, trying to steady myself. Opening the door, I step out of the car with determination.

Argent watches me closely, his brows furrowing with concern. Without uttering a single word, he understands my unspoken request, promptly exiting the car and joining me in the backseat.

Drawing closer to him, I caress his cheek, savoring the touch before planting a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. Leaning back, I pull him along with me, feeling the coolness of the leather seat against my back.

His hands reach for the waistband of my jeans, but he hesitates, locking eyes with me for approval. With my bottom lip caught between my teeth, I nod. Slowly, he unbuttons my jeans, sliding them down my legs. However, before fully removing them, he freezes.

“What the fuck?” He asks, confused, his gaze fixated on the scar on my thigh where his initial is carved. It used to look better before I had to redo it.

“Zavier cut the ‘A’ out,” I explain, not missing how his jaw clenches at my words. But I don’t give him a chance to respond. “So I put it back,” I add, my voice steady and unwavering. My words catch him off guard, and he stares at me in disbelief.

“You, what?” he asks, his shock palpable as he stares at me, his green orbs piercing through me.

“I belong toyou,” I declare, meeting his gaze with unwavering determination. His eyes flicker with a sinister glint as he fully discards my jeans, his voice dipping low. “Always, little star.”

His mouth crashes against mine, the force of his lips colliding with mine sending a jolt of electricity through my body. The taste of him, a mix of mint and desire, lingers on my tongue.

He devours me with a newfound hunger, his urgency palpable in every movement. A strained moan escapes my lips, a blend of pleasure and anticipation.

His hands, rough yet gentle, explore my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Each touch ignites a fire within me, heightening the intensity of the moment.

But as I hear the distinct sound of his belt unbuckling, a wave of apprehension washes over me, causing my heart rate to skyrocket. Desperate to push aside the negative thoughts threatening to suffocate me, I struggle to maintain the intimate passion.

I feel suffocated. Trapped all over again. In an instant, I find the strength to shove him away, his back colliding with the door. Gasping for air, I jolt up, taking rapid breaths.

My chest feels like it’s on fire and unable to breathe. Tears well up in my eyes as I stare at him, searching for understanding.

“It’s okay, little star,” he whispers, his hands raised in surrender, his chest heaving with breathlessness.

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