Page 28 of Control

Letting go of my hand too soon for my liking, he turned to me. “That’s where I’m taking you.”

“I’d rather just take a cab.” I lived rather out of the way from here and my neighborhood wasn’t exactly as ritzy as the ones he was used to driving through. I wasn’t ashamed of my humble apartment, but that didn’t mean I wanted to invite scrutiny over for tea.

“Stop being stubborn and get in,” he said, nodding to the car.

Rolling my eyes, I weighed my options. I could stay here and argue with him while I tried to grab a cab, or I could just take him up on his offer and get to bed early before a day full of classes. Judging from the look on his face, Jai was up for arguing as long as it took to get his way.

Sighing with resignation, I gave the driver my address and stepped into the car.

“Was that so fucking hard?” he asked, sliding in after me. “You really like to make things difficult, don’t you?”

The partition between the front and back seats was drawn up, so the driver couldn’t bear witness to the scolding I was receiving.

“Would you have even wanted to take me to dinner in the first place if I didn’t make things difficult?” Most of him might have been a mystery to me, but from my experience, men like him lived for the hunt. They thrived on chasing prey that seemed unattainable. I knew these types of men very well. My father had been one of them.

Dumbstruck, he gaped at me, surprised that I saw through him so clearly.

“Nothing to say?” I continued poking.

He reached over, cradling my chin in his fingers. I held my breath, watching and waiting.

“This mouth is going to get you in trouble one day,” he said, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my lower lip.

It parted from its sister above, as if inviting him in of its own volition. “Too late,” I breathed out.

Eyes dark like coal smoldered as embers of fire suddenly sparked to life. I stared back, my eyes burning from the severity. Though I wanted so desperately to look away to seek relief, I didn’t. I endured the pain. I deserved it. I could handle it.

Satisfaction surged through me as he released my chin. I hadn’t shrunk away from his dominance. Instead, I had challenged him, daring him to give me more.

Before I could fix my mouth into a smirk or hit him back with a witty retort, my back slammed into the cool leather seat and my head jammed against the door. Solid muscle pinned me down, keeping me from rolling away. Jai’s mouth crashed into mine, unleashing a storm of pent-up tension and aggression that he had hid carefully away—until now.

His kiss was harsh and bruising. His touch was calloused and torturous. The player who was used to controlling the game was now unhinged.

Notes of wine and smoke swirled in my mouth as his tongue dipped in to meet mine. His grip on my ribs was so tight that I felt it deep in the marrow of my bones. The rush of danger and pleasure clouded my awareness of my surroundings. I had no doubt that by now, the driver knew what was happening behind him, but I had a hunch that he would never make his presence known or else he’d have hell to pay from the beast on top of me.

My fingers clutched his hair to get him to ease up on his abuse—or was it to prevent him from pulling away? I couldn’t decipher my true reason, nor did I care.

He pulled back ever so slightly, running his tongue along my top lip. Reflexively, I slipped my tongue past his lips and dragged the tip of my tongue along the underside of his needing more of his intoxicating taste. The growl that sounded from his throat coupled with the pumping of his dick along the side of my thigh hinted his appreciation.

“What are you doing to me, baby girl?” he groaned painfully, like a starving man restrained from a five-course meal.

What washedoing to me? I was the one who lost control whenever he was near.

Teeth found my neck, biting and sucking so hard, like he wanted me to cry out just to know I was real. Hands moved to the neckline of my leotard, desperately trying to push it lower to free my breasts. His attempt was futile. My dancewear clung to me tight like a bandage, hiding not just flesh from him, but wounds deep inside—wounds that could never be revealed to another.

“Fuck!” he shouted in frustration, loud enough for the driver to overhear.

His pelvis slammed into me, jerking me back with force. The hardness between his legs rubbed against my crotch with the right amount of pressure I needed to stoke the fire I felt down there. The rhythm of his hips humping my fully clothed pussy made my eyes roll back into my head. Bridging my hips up with one foot on the seat and the other on the floor, I moved with him. I gripped his biceps for support, digging my nails into the fabric of his clothes. Our breaths grew ragged and frantic as we chased these new feelings—together.

Arousal coated the inside of my panties, sticking to my swollen lips, which were nearly ready to burst in excitement. Tipping my head back to face the roof of the car and the heavens beyond it, I closed my eyes, praying for release because I was unable to take any more of the ache between my legs. Sharp pain shot through my scalp as he yanked my hair by the roots and lifted my head to face him. “Eyes open,” he barked. “No more hiding from me.”

My eyes held his as he fucked me relentlessly though our layers of clothing. Only he could make fucking fully clothed something that I would have wet dreams about for years to come. I grabbed the neck of his t-shirt and circled my wrist, wringing the fabric tightly to pull him even closer to me. The neckline ripped as he slammed forcefully into me one last time, sending me moaning through the pulses of liberation that reverberated throughout my whole body.

I fought hard to catch my breath as he loosened his grip on my hair, then gently smoothed the back of his knuckles over my cheek and down my neck to ground me.

The kiss he pressed to my lips was completely opposite of the ones he had unleashed on me only moments before. It was gentle and calming, breathing new life into me.

The car came to a slow roll before eventually stopping. We must have reached my building. It felt like time had stood still from the time we entered the car.

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