Page 41 of Jolt's Vengeance

The engine roars to life, drowning out the muffled sounds of the party.

Without a word, I peel out of the driveway, leaving a cloud of dust and the chaos of the frat house behind us.

As we speed through the dark streets of Las Vegas, I can feel Aggie's warmth pressed against my back.

Despite everything, despite how pissed off I am, I can't deny the electric current that runs through me at her touch.

We weave through traffic, the neon lights of the Strip blurring around us.

I know where I'm taking her—back to her sorority house.

I holler back at her and ask where it is, and I didn’t realize how close to the frat house it was.

Then again, I should’ve known better.

Hell, I have to fucking backtrack to get her there.

We pull up to the sorority house, the engine's rumble fading as I cut it off.

Aggie slides off the bike, her movements stiff and angry.

I follow her up the steps, my blood still boiling from the scene at the party.

As soon as we're inside her room, she locks the door and grabs her phone.

Her fingers fly across the screen, and I watch as she types out a message.

"Texting your buddy Sienna?" I ask, my voice low and dangerous.

Aggie nods, not looking at me. "Telling her I'm okay and sorry for ditching her."

I let her finish, my patience wearing thin.

The second she hits send, I snatch the phone from her hands and toss it onto the bed.

"Hey!" she protests, but I'm already moving.

I shove her against the window, my hands rough as I yank up her crop top. "You wanna act like a little tease, Aggie?" I growl, yanking down her pants. "Fine. Let's give the whole fuckin’ campus a show."

Her breath hitches as I press my hard cock against her. "Jolt, what are you?—"

I silence her with a bruising kiss, my hands gripping her hips. "I'm gonna fuck you right here, against this window," I growl against her ear. "And I don't give a shit who sees."

Part of me is screaming that this is a bad idea, that anyone could walk by and see us.

But the larger part, the part driven by lust and anger and possessiveness, doesn't care.

I want her, and I want everyone to know she's mine.

As I thrust into her, Aggie lets out a moan that's utter and complete pleasure.

Her nails dig into my forearms, and I know we're both thinking the same thing: this doesn't solve anything between us, but damn if it doesn't feel good.

I fuck her like a savage, her exposed tits pressed against the window.

The light is on behind us, giving anyone who’s watching an illuminated view on how I’m plowing her tight cunt.

Aggie wants to be defiant, well, that’s fine.

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