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“Yup.” She popped the P, then bit my lower lip. “Right here. Right now.”
Something in me cracked. All the way through. And still, I fucking smiled.
“I spent years believing no one would ever want the worst parts of me, and here you are, asking for all of them. The parts that panic when you pull away and the parts that crave your mercy even when I know I don’t deserve it,” I admitted. “I don’tknow how to love you without falling to my knees first. I only know how to love you too hard.”
Her lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile. “That’s my good boy.”
The words detonated inside me.
Heat surged through every inch of me, molten and possessive and loud. I felt the shift in my spine, in the way I gripped her thighs tighter, rougher, as if she might float away if I didn’t.
“I’m giving you one chance,” I rasped, voice like gravel, “to give me a safeword, baby. Do you understand?”
She exhaled like I’d ripped the breath from her lungs, her whole body sagging into my grip, obedient and molten and mine. Her voice was a whisper. “Yes, Sir.”
I didn’t hesitate. Not with her body open like that, not with her voice trembling yes, not when everything in me was begging for this release, this ritual, between us.
I yanked her to her feet, spun her around in one swift motion, and pressed her chest to the hood with a hand flat between her shoulder blades.
“Stay,” I growled.
Her feet planted wider apart—subtle resistance, a brat’s defiance. I could practically hear her smirk.
“Are you foregoing a safeword?” I asked.
She didn’t answer, but her back arched sensually, and her hands slid up the hood, as if to brace herself.
So I fucking spanked her.
Once, then twice, cruelly with an open palm. She jolted forward with a gasp, but the sound that followed wrecked me.
“Harder,” she snapped.
My cock twitched violently in my jeans.
“You wanna act like a fucking brat?” I hissed, dragging my hand down to grip her ass. “Then you’ll get treated like one.”
I landed another slap. And another. Each one was harder, meaner. Her hips bucked forward and she let out a broken, furious, moan that dripped with need.
“Is that all you’ve got, Fraser?” she bit out, head turned, eyes gleaming at me from over her shoulder.
I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up just enough to growl in her ear, “Careful, baby. Youreallywanna test the man who’s seconds away from desecrating you on the hood of his car? Because I will drag this out.”
“Fucking do it,” she spat.
I shoved her back down with a hand on her nape. Her breath came fast. Her body writhed. Her thighs tried to clench together, but I shoved a leg between them so she couldn’t pleasure herself.
Steam curled around us, the heat from the hood blooming in ghostly clouds as the rain kissed its surface. The storm rolled overhead—rumbling, wild, divine—and I was right there with it.
The headlights beamed through the downpour, turning every droplet into gold. Shadows danced across her back, flickering like firelight, casting her body in haloes and hunger. She looked like sin caught in heaven’s crosshairs. And I was the bastard who’d die to worship her there.
I pressed my hips flush to her ass, grinding just enough to feel her shudder, to remind her who had the power. Only, I didn’t give her what she wanted yet.
Thiswas control. This was what it meant to push and pull. To demand and surrender. To hurt and hold.
“I gave you everything last night, too, Auri,” I rasped. “Let you see a side of me I didn’t even know existed.”
Her fingers clawed at the hood. “And now you’re scared of it.”
