Page 85 of Stand: Part One
“I’m confused,” she snapped. “Is this my time or your time? Because the very limited time that I bargained for and rightfully won did not involve any encroachments from the passenger seat.”
I tsked as my fingers ventured farther until I found the damning evidence I’d been quietly inspiring, causing Jaden to freeze in her seat.
“Oh, my little queen,” I mused, curling my fingertips into the dampening fabric. “When are you going to learn that you don’t own anything?” She sucked in a breath as I pressed the fabric of her thong against the opening of her pussy, the slick wetness offering very little resistance. “Not your thoughts. Not your desires. And especially, not even your time. Because every millisecond of it belongs to me. Always has, always will.” Glancing back at the road, I was satisfied that Jaden kept the car at an even pace, following the street smoothly around each curve. I grinned as I felt her pussy suddenly clench as I added pressure against her clit with the heel of my palm. “Everything you think you have has always been mine, and it always will be. I just let you borrow it every now and then. So no, this is still very much my time.”
She huffed a breath as her shoulders slightly sagged. “And here I thought today was supposed to be our wedding anniversary. Silly me.”
I chuckled at her retort. She technically had a point, but our wedding anniversary would never hold the same significance as it did for other couples. Today was the day I had finally acquired her under a legal basis. It was my day of accomplishment, not the other way around.
“Yet you didn’t even know it was until I told you,” I replied smugly, saturating my hand in that delicious dampness I planned to feast on later.
“And whose fault is that?” she quipped, her lips folding into a tight line of irritation.
“We’re really clinging to that victim card today, aren’t we? If you really wanted to know what day it was, all you’ve ever had to do was ask.”
Her slender fingers slowly tightened around the steering wheel, her knuckles white enough to burst through the skin. “You know, for someone who was so concerned about me driving off a cliff earlier, you suddenly seem pretty comfortable with testing that risk.”
I chuckled as I continued to stroke my fingers along the lips of her pussy. “I suppose if we had to go, going together would be the best scenario, wouldn’t it?”
She scoffed and adjusted her hips. “Maybe for you. But a car accident isn’t exactly my preferred method when it comes to dying.”
“No? What’s your preferred method, then?”
She gritted her teeth. “I’ll tell you if you remove your hand.”
“You’ll tell me regardless,” I retorted, leveling her with a warning glare. “Lift your hips.”
Her brows furrowed for a moment, but she eventually complied, lifting her hips just an inch. Grasping the fabric, I yanked her thong away from her skin, tugging it down her legs until it was stretched between her knees.
Snapping apart each side of the flimsy waistband, I brought the torn silk up to my nose, breathing in her intoxicating scent. My cock hardened almost instantly, my mouth watering at the memory of her taste.
The thought of commanding her to pull over so I could fuck her on the hood of my car was tempting, but I planned on taking advantage of her full appreciation for today’s efforts when we got home.
“Well?” I coaxed, spinning her ruined thong in the air to wrap it around my finger.
Jaden glanced over at me, her features hardening with annoyance. “If I had to go, naturally, I’d prefer old age.”
I almost laughed, shaking my head at the thought. “As you should, but it’s such a slow and boring way to go.”
She frowned. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize our deaths were supposed to be exciting.”
The thought of Jaden’s inevitable death left me with a deep cold emptiness I had no intention of ever fully experiencing since I did not plan to outlive her.
With my career choice, I doubted I would live long enough to have to ever see it. Though truthfully, death mattered little to me. When Jaden met her eventual end, I would find her again on the other side and rightfully claim her soul as eternally mine.
“Yours shouldn’t be,” I added, pocketing her thong in my jacket. “Old age is the only death I’ll accept for you. Mostly because I don’t expect to live long enough to see it anyway.”
“Why? Because you’re expecting to go out in a blaze of glory long before then, is that it?”
I nodded. “I wouldn’t want my death to be too easy.”
Her brows furrowed in the cute way they always did. “For who? You?”
“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “For whatever is trying to kill me.”
Jaden paused for a moment, her eyes flashing back and forth as she concentrated on the road. What I would give to crawl inside her head right now.
“So then you’d rather go the same way as your mom over your dad?” My eyes shot to hers, stunned at the brazen posture of her question. Catching my scorn, she swallowed and continued. “You’d prefer to be killed over an illness?”
