Page 95 of Ignite

I bite back a grin. “Secret is safe with me, baby,” I tell her, twisting off the cap and checking the stick.

“You look hot when you’re concentrating,” she blurts out.

I steal a glance in her direction as I pour the liquid in.

“Is that right?”

She nods as I twist on the lid to the bottle; I catch her watching me. Not just looking. Watching. Like she’s studying a creature she doesn’t quite trust not to bite.

I toss the oil back onto the shelf and slam the hood shut, the sound cracking through the air.

“What are you thinking, trouble?” I ask, raising a brow.

“You’ve got huge hands. Must be hard to get into all the tight spaces.”

I chuckle, holding them up. Tattooed, calloused, capable.

“They fit right where they need to, trouble.”

She flushes a brilliant red. I take a step closer.

“They even make the perfect necklace,” I murmur, dragging my own hand across my throat to demonstrate.

Her plump lips part. Fuck. How far do I want to push her?

“They’d look much prettier wrapped around your throat, Hallie.”

She flutters her lashes. That grin? All teeth and sin. “Show me, beastie,” she breathes.

I’m a fucking goner.

I lunge forward, grip her throat, and spin her, pressing her back against the side of her car. Her pulse pounds under my palm. I squeeze. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to claim.

“Fucking perfect, baby.” Her eyes go wide as I slide my phone from my pocket.

“Wanna see how beautiful you look?”

“Y-yes.”

I snap the photo. My cock is throbbing as I sneak a look. Mine.

I turn the screen to her. Her eyes glisten. She’s hungry for it.

“What do you think about your new accessory, Hallie?” I ask, brushing my nose along her cheek.

“It looks hot. It feels even better.”

She parts her legs. I step between them, pressing tight.

“Is this what friends do, baby?”

She shakes her head. I drag my face back to hers.

“You gonna tell me to stop?” I would. I’d stop. But God, I don’t want to.

“Stop what?”

I tighten my grip.

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