Page 16 of Hurricane
My simple request seems to snap him out of his obsession with my safety. He grabs my hand and his jacket from the ground.
Without a word between us, we trek back to the parking lot. Bodyguards mill around a fleet of vehicles which makes me laugh again. They look so out of place here.
Luckily, he’s simmered down and doesn’t lose his mind over me laughing this time. Instead, he slides his hand into my pocket and yanks out my fob. I grab for the key but can’t wrangle it from his hand. “Damn it Lucian! Give it back!”
Everyone, including him, ignores my outburst, and he leaves me standing by his vehicle to talk to one of the men. This is why I get so angry. I’m tired of being treated like a captive who has no rights.
The team loads back up in their SUVs while the man he spoke to jogs over to my car and climbs inside. I know he’s only following orders and won’t speak to me, so I turn on Lucian for the information I demand. “What are you doing? Why is he driving my car?”
“Because I’m not finished talking to you yet.”
He opens my door acting as if he’s chivalrous by offering his hand to assist me. God damn it. The asshole has returned. “But we didn’t talk! You acted crazy and then sweet but now you’re being a jerk again bossing me around!”
That sounded really childish but it’s true. This time he chuckles.
“Well, Iamthe boss.”
“Yeah of the business, not me! I’m going to be your wife, not your employee!”
His gaze darkens and the tip of his tongue flicks across his bottom lip. He’s gorgeous, and I’ve fucked up.
Bad.
I’ve tempted the beast with my comment, and now I’m going to pay the price. He grabs my arm and yanks me to the front of his Maserati.
Powerful yet quick, in an instant he has me smashed against the hood and my leggings shoved down to my knees. With only his palm on my back, he holds me in place while he unzips his pants.
The metal is freezing against my bare skin, and I try to buck backward. “Get off me!”
Warm lips brush my ear as he curls over me. “You’re my wife and you need to start acting like it.”
If my panties were still on my hips, they’d be dripping from his harsh, gravelly tone. That I must resist. “Let me go! I mean it!”
“You don’t mean it at all, Hurricane. You want this as much as I need to give it to you.”
Our size difference hinders him as he maneuvers behind me trying to line up his cock with my pussy. Suddenly, his hands are on my hips, and I’m shoved upward, just to be rammed back onto him.
I’m wet but not that wet, and pain shoots through me as he forces himself as deep as he can go. He’s tearing me apart in the best possible way.
And I love it.
I feel incredible.
I feel alive.
I feel wanton and dirty and delirious with desire.
Held up only by his grip on my thighs and his dick, I’m rutted into like an animal sprawled out for him and everyone to see.
“You’re so tight but you’re doing such a good job taking me.”
My lower belly scrapes across the trident emblem, and I know the symbol is going to leave a mark, which I love. For days I’ll have proof of his dominance over me.
“Feel that? That’s your perfect cunt clenching down trying to get more of me.”
I grab the edge of the hood at the windshield to give me some leverage to withstand the onslaught. Over and over, he slams into me without mercy. Perfect because I don’t need mercy—I just need him.
“Good girl. Such a good girl.”
