Page 62 of Shattered Secrets
“No. I didn’t even know her real name. She did an excellent job hiding. Even my investigator couldn’t find anything on her.”
Her parents exchange looks. Something is happening here now.
“Ayala didn’t tell us what happened in New York. We only knew that she had run away and started a new life there. We knew she met you and that she went back to Michael after he threatened you.”
I glance at Ayala, who has continued to remain silent. She’s put me in the lion’s den without warning, letting them assume I took her, knowing she was a married woman. And from what she told me, they are very conservative. And on top of that, she let them think I let her go back to Michael to save myself. No wonder they wanted me to keep my distance from her.
I wonder if she was trying to burn me on purpose.
By the end of the meal, they are joking with me like we’re old friends.
When we finally leave, I have a hard time holding back my anger.
“Why did you do that?”
“Do what?”
“You let them believe I knew you were married, that I willingly let you go to Michael to save myself, that I was responsible for what happened.”
“I didn’t mean it that way. I just didn’t share the whole story with them.”
“You knew very well that’s how they would interpret it.” I slam the car door behind me and turn on the heater. “What did you think to accomplish tonight by bringing me here? That you would make them hate me so it would be easier for you to leave me?”
“No!” she cries out, but I don’t believe her. I won’t let her leave me. She’s mine. My lips are on hers. I bite and lick. It’s painful and arousing at the same time, and I’m taking what I want. My tongue invades her mouth without asking permission. I know it’s too much. She was traumatized. But the anger takes over me, acting on my behalf.
She grabs my hair and pulls me to her, and I moan into the kiss.
My cock is so hard it hurts.
She reaches between my legs, but instead of touching me, she moves my chair back. I stop the kiss, and she takes the opportunity and climbs on top of me.
Damn, the friction in the front of my pants is too much. I growl.
“Ayala, we are on your parents’ lawn. They will see us.”
Her eyes lift, and she gazes into mine. In her blue depths, I see torment, hunger and need. This evening seems to have affected us both.
“I’ll park in a more private place.” I barely exhale the words, start the car, and drive a few blocks out of the neighborhood, glancing at the seat next to me. Ayala’s squirming, trying to remove her underwear from under the dress she’s wearing. Fucking hell. Where can I park?
The nearby commercial area is closed at this time of night, so I park on the side of the road. I’m hoping that no one will pay attention to us here. I’ve been involved in enough scandals lately, but I can’t wait another minute. I have to feel her, her sweet warmth wrapping around my cock.
She seems to understand my sense of urgency, too, because she doesn’t wait another moment to climb on top of me again, her hands hurrying to undo the waistband of my pants. I pull my cock out, and I run my hands over her while she studies me.
“I need you.”
She doesn’t wait. Ayala lifts her pelvis and takes me inside her paradise.
“Fuck, you’re flooded,” I moan. There’s no better feeling than that.
I lift my pelvis and push myself in until I’m balls deep. Now she’s the one moaning.
It’s not enough for me, though. I need it harder. Stronger. I need control. I take her off me and push the front seats down as far as they’ll go. When I rented a large car, I didn’t think it would be so useful.
“On your knees,” I command. Her eyes widen, but she obeys, trusting me.
I grasp her shoulders and pull her body to me, thrusting myself into her hard.
The pace increases rapidly, and our sighs and the sounds of thrusting limbs fill the interior of the car. There is no other thought in my mind now. I want her to come hard. I thrust myself into her from behind over and over.
