Page 30 of Cruel Master

That was yet another lie I told myself and hoped I would one day believe.

Gaven sipped his drink a bit more slowly the second time around as the driver steered the limo away from what looked like a tree-infested countryside and closer to an urban setting. Several minutes passed in silence and it wasn’t until my glass and Gaven’s were both empty that he spoke again.

“Come here, Angel.” His order was soft, spoken with a clear, succinct inflection—though not angry or otherwise strained.

I stared back at him for a long moment, wondering if I should or not. What would it help? But then again, what would it hurt? Gingerly, I laid the glass into one of the cup holders and scooted across the leather seat towards him. Without missing a beat, Gaven reached over and grasped me around my waist, lifting me up and depositing me in his lap in a fast movement that sent my head tumbling face-first into a gloriously confused state.

What game was he playing at?

After locking me up for so long, could I trust that this was simply a reward from him for being so well behaved, or was there something more he was planning? Something worse in store?

“You said you’d like to relieve me of my stress, yes?” he asked.

With my legs thrown together across both of his thighs and one of my arms draped around the back of his shoulders, I had nowhere else to look but directly at him. “If you think I can…” I hedged.

Gaven’s hand moved down, dropping from my face to my throat. One of his arms banded around my back—the heat of him burning into my skin in a way I thought was only possible with actual fire. The other, however, was given free rein as he trained it across my thighs and over the openings in the sides of my dress and further up to my chest and neck.

“I know you can relax me, Angel,” he replied. “The question is—if you’re willing to give me what I need, what else are you willing to give me?”

I swallowed. “What do you want?”

His lashes lifted. “The truth.” As quickly as I’d found myself leaning towards him, my body filling with warmth and arousal, just as those words slammed into my ears, a wave of cold swept it all back up again and drifted the cozy, lustful hunger away. He gripped me tight when I swayed back and attempted to leave his lap to move back to my earlier seat.

“Don’t run away now,” Gaven said. “Not when I’ve got you where I want you.”

“We’re in a moving vehicle,” I reminded him, though the words came out less than firm.

His lips twitched before slowly curving up on both sides. A smiling Gaven was an odd thing. I’d seen him smile before, but it always preceded him doing something absolutely disgraceful—usually to me. As if trained for this very moment, my heart began pounding against my ribcage.

“Don’t think about that now,” he urged, his head dipping until I felt the heat of his mouth against the side of my throat. “Spread your legs for me.” His hand moved lower, spreading over my stomach, warming me through the fabric of my dress.

“I can’t,” I muttered. “The dress…”

Without hesitation, he gripped the delicate, expensive fabric and began dragging it up in handfuls. When the end of the dress was in my lap and my legs were bare, his hands finally reached my flesh.

“Now…” Gaven gripped my thigh and dragged it wide, sliding over until I was sat, facing away from him, with my legs spread open and his chest against my spine. “Give me something to make me relax,wife.”

There’s only one person getting to relax and it certainly wasn’t me because as my legs were hooked on either side of his thighs, his hands were given the freedom to roam, and roam, they did. A gasp escaped from between my lips as he slowly worked his way inward, kneading my thighs on the outside and then the delicate inner flesh before he slid upward, towards my pussy.

My back arched and a whimper left me. Against the strips over my chest, I felt my nipples tighten. Fire danced around inside of me, just waiting to be unleashed, but still he kept himself contained. His fingers played against my lips, stroking up one side and the other and then back down, but he never ventured inward. He never slid them against my clit or thrust them inside of me.

He knew what he was doing. He was driving me to the brink of insanity and he was getting off on it. It was fucking maddening.

“Do you want something, love?” he asked after several long moments like that with me spread out in front of him and his hands all but fucking my cunt.

“Yes.” I hissed, my hips bucking upward as his fingers damn near grazed my clit once more. I was fucking soaked.

“I want to do something else,” he said with a chuckle. “Do you trust me?”

I stiffened at that question, the untamed arousal that had been swimming through me seconds before fading, even if only marginally. I bit down on my lip. “Don’t ask me that, Gaven,” I cautioned him. He wouldn’t like the answer.

Silence met my warning, then my body was being lifted. A squeak left my throat as I was deposited, face down, over his lap and the back of my dress was flipped up until my ass was bare. A shark slap echoed through the back of the limo and I gasped as heat burned through my backside.

“What—”

“Don’t speak.” Gaven’s low growl had me shutting right the fuck up. It was two words, but the voice in which they were spoken sounded more like that of a barely leashed animal. It was bitter. Angry. “From here until we get to the club, keep your mouth shut,” Gaven said. “You may moan, you may cry, but I want no words to come from your lying little lips, Angel.”

“Gaven, I—”

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