Page 19 of Desperately Delicate Viper

He advances on me again, backing me up against his car, the cool exterior making the bare skin on my legs prickle.

“I love that acid tongue of yours, little viper,” he murmurs, bracing his hands on the hood of the car and leaning in to nuzzle his nose against mine. Then, he reaches over and pulls open the passenger door. “Get in, I’m taking you home.”

I glare at him and give him a small shove for good measure, even though my pulse is racing and my cock is harder than it’s ever been. For a man who claims not to get off on head games, he’s fucking good at them.

Once we’re both in the car, he pulls away from the curb and I start to give him directions back to my place.

“I don’t need them.” He waves me off.

“Oh, right, I forgot you stalked me,” I mutter.

“I was checking on you, not stalking you,” Luca says. “But that’s not why I don’t need directions.”

“Oh?”

“I’m taking you back to my place.”

I sputter a scoff. “Excuse me? Stalkingandkidnapping? Are you fucking serious right now?”

“Kidnapping? That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

I twist in my seat to glare at him. “Then take me home.”

His jaw ticks and his grip tightens on the steering wheel. We slow to a stop at a red light, and he turns his head to look at me. “Look me in the eye and tell me you’re safe there, and I’ll take you back.”

The lie forms readily on my lips, but my mouth goes dry, and my throat tightens before I can spit it out. I open and close my mouth a few times, and a knowing, cocky smile twitches on Lucas’s lips then vanishes.

“That’s what I thought.” He turns his attention back to the road.

The way he can switch between whimpering submissive begging to be hurt and deadly, confident mafioso in the blink of an eye is enough to give me whiplash… and, unfortunately, a massive erection.

I growl with frustration and petulantly kick the dashboard.

“Be careful,” he scolds.

“Take me home or so help me god, I will…” The wheels inside my head spin, trying to come up with a plausible threat to level at him.

Luca hums low in his throat and slides one hand between his thighs to cup the thick bulge of his cock.

“Tell me.” The pleading in his voice solidifies the molten heat inside of me and washes away the panicked need to escape that was clawing at the inside of my chest just seconds ago.

He flies past the last turn that will take us towards my part of town and I settle back in my seat with my arms crossed.

“I guess you’re going to find out.”

Chapter 9

LUCA

ThethrillofAnders’sthreat—promise?—keeps my dick rock hard the rest of the drive home. This time, when I pull up to the curb and he jumps out before I’ve even put it in park, I’m not the least bit worried that he’s going to run. I get why he needs to bare his teeth a little and put up a good show of resistance. I think I understand it more than he realizes. He’s felt out of control for so long that he needs to feel like he’s taking it back. And I’m more than happy to let him take all of his rage and frustration out on my ass, or any other part of me he has the urge to sink his teeth into.

I take my time unbuckling my seat belt and stepping out of my car while Anders stands on the sidewalk, his arms crossed again, anger flickering in his eyes and a hard set to his jaw. I straighten my tie needlessly, unable to resist working him up just a little more.

“If this is a kidnapping, you just passed up the perfect opportunity to make a run for it.” I smirk and tilt my head as Icome around the car to join him on the sidewalk. “Or is it only fun if you get the chance to knee me in the balls first?”

His lips twitch with a grin and he drops his arms, standing up a little bit taller and meeting my eye with that glint of defiance that makes my cock drip and my balls tingle.

“It’s like you said, home isn’t safe anyway. What’s the point in wasting my energy running away from one monster, right back into the arms of another?”

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