Page 100 of A Pawn in the Game
“Wh—” she says, before noticing the sunset.
“It’s not Bahamas, but it’s not bad, either,” I say, pressing a kiss to her hair.
She places a hand on my chest, shooting me a serious look. “While I appreciate the romantic notion, I’d prefer to not get caught by the police.”
A chuckle escapes me. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid.” I grab the collar of her shirt, and she releases a quick breath.
“Just being smart about it.”
“Tsk-tsk. You and your brain, always on the job. You’ll be a mafia wife in no time, so it’s best to get used to liking the rush.”
It’s the second time I’ve mentioned marriage to her. Just like the first time, her mouth parts on an ‘oh.’
As my lips near hers, a loud wail of a siren breaks the moment.
“Fuck, they’re here.”
I was raised to hate the police. Had quite a few run-ins with them, as well. But never have I hated them quite like at this moment.Fucking cock-blockers.
I take her hand, feeling her pulse pumping wildly. “Let’s go.”
I help her get into the unassuming Chevrolet and stomp on the gas pedal, so that we’re on the road before the cops. I sense her shaking in the passenger seat and make a split-second decision to help her cope. The sirens grow louder and louder, and I use her distracted state to slip a hand down her leggings.
“Ah,” she gasps. “You’re crazy. What the hell are you doing?”
“Relax, baby.” I brush a finger over her clit, and she lets out a tiny mewl.
I feel her grow wetter as she grinds on my hand and my cock stiffens in my pants. Peeking at the rearview window, I see the cars approaching.
A sense of thrill runs through me as three police cars pass us. Feeling gutsy, I even smile at them, earning myself a glare from Sophie.
As soon as the cars get far enough, Sophie slaps my chest and shoulders with her hands. “You’re a fucking idiot.”
“Come on,mila. Live a little.” I press into her clit, eliciting a breathy moan. “Don’t tell me you don’t like this; you’re soaking my fucking hand.”
“Y-y-you…”
“Yeah, I’m the one who fucks you best. I’m the one who’s going to make you come right here right now, with fear coursing through your veins.”
She shakes her head. “I-I can’t…I’m too stressed.”
“You can.” I press a finger to her entrance, following with another.
“Oh, fuck,” she sighs.
I curl my fingers inside her, using the palm of my hand to rub her clit. Her moans mix with the sound of her slickness as I fuck her with my fingers. Her head drops to her shoulder.
“Shit,” I mutter, realizing the car swerved to the middle of the road. Quickly, I bring it back to our lane, my hand squeezing the steering wheel with more force than needed. My cock throbs and aches, desperate to be let out.
“Luka, fuck…” is the last thing she says before her pussy tightens around my fingers with rhythmic pulses.
She trembles in her seat, her release hitting her wave after wave. With a few more slow circles around her clit, my hand slips out of her leggings.
“Good girl,” I say, looking at her before placing the fingers in my mouth, not wasting a drop of her juices.
“You’re crazy,” she breathes out, her head dropping to the window. Her cheeks are rosy, and her hair is mussed even though I barely touched her.
My dick twitches and the pain turns searing at the taste of her. “You want to see crazy?”
