Page 19 of You Were Always Mine
Her chin lifts, her voice trembling but steady enough to cut. ‘I didn’t ask you to save me.’
My laugh is low, dark, broken. ‘You didn’t have to.’
The wheel creaks under my grip again, my fury strangling me, but when I glance at her out of the corner of my eye — red lips, wild hair, chest still heaving — the rage knots with something worse. Something hungrier.
She doesn’t get it. She doesn’t understand.
I can’t let her go.
Not now. Not ever.
Kai
The road blurs under the headlights, white lines streaking past too fast, but I can barely see straight. My hands choke the wheel, my jaw clenched so hard it aches. Every nerve in me strains tight, my blood pounds south, and I strain against denim until it hurts to breathe.
Scarlett sits stiffly in the passenger seat, arms folded, eyes flashing like a blade in the dark. Every word out of her mouth cuts.
“You didn’t have to drag me out like that,” she snaps, her tone all bite. “You made a scene. Like you always do.”
My teeth grind.
“You think you own me?” she spits, her voice low and sharp, heat in every syllable.
“I don’t think. I know.”
Her scoff is pure venom. “You’re pathetic.”
The word detonates in my chest. My cock throbs, my control splinters, and I can’t hold it in anymore.I slam the car into park on the side of the road, gravel crunching under the tires, my breath rough and ragged.
I turn my head, eyes locking on hers, burning through the dark. She’s trembling, furious, beautiful, and every inch of her defiance makes me harder.
“Pathetic?” My laugh is low, broken, dripping with hunger. “You keep testing me, little sister. Keep running your mouth like you don’t know what it does to me.”
Her breath stutters, lips parting, but she still glares, still deadly, and I snap.
“Come here,” I growl, my voice rough, filthy. “Come sit on my lap.”
The words hang in the thick air, hotter than fire, heavier than the dark. My cock strains against my jeans, my hands tight on the wheel, waiting.
Waiting to see if she’ll obey.
Scarlett stares at me like I’ve lost my mind, lips parted, chest heaving, her hands balled into fists in her lap.
“I’m not doing that,” she hisses, voice sharp, shaking. “You don’t get to order me around like some dog.”
The words slice, but the tremor in her tone betrays her. Her thighs shift against the seat, her knuckles white, her pulse hammering so hard I can see it in her throat.
My cock throbs painfully against my zipper, my patience fraying strand by strand.
“You think you can sit there in that dress,” I rasp, my voice low, dangerous, “run your mouth, test me over and over—” My jaw locks, my breath tearing out ragged. “—and I’m just supposed to keep driving?”
She leans back against the seat, chin high, eyes blazing. “Yes. That’s exactly what you’re supposed to do.”
Something inside me snaps.
My hand shoots across the console, fingers gripping theseat belt, and with one hard click I release it. The strap snaps back, and before she can twist away, I’ve got my hands on her hips, dragging her across the leather.
“Stop—Kai!” she yelps, but her hands shove uselessly at my chest as I lift her, muscles straining, and plant her down over my lap.
