Page 65 of Jagged Line Paradise

I nod eagerly. It’s not so much a want as it is a desperate need. “Put your hand between my legs and you’ll know.”

“Give me a clear yes or no, Avalon. But don’t forget that I warned you not to be alone with me behind a closed door. So, yes or no? Do youwantthis?”

“Yes!” The word expresses my eagerness, but my tone is marred with a tinge of anger. I wish I could say no to him, no to this, but I can’t.

I need it.

His jaw ticks, his expression a strange mixture of lust and apprehension.

What does he haveto be apprehensive about?

It doesn’t matter.

I don’t care.

I just need to befucked.

“Then we do this my way. And don’t you dare forget you asked for this. Get out of the car, walk around, and get in the passenger seat.”

My pulse pounds with sudden anxiety. I feel like my heart may stop beating if I don’t get this physical release from my emotional prison. “But I want this, I need—”

“I know what you need. I’m gonna give you what you need and more than you asked for. But it’s not happening in this hot car. Now get out and do what I said.”

His voice is gruff and demanding. I know I should just get out of the car and walk away from him, forget tonight ever happened, go straight to Mack’s house and beg for him to give me my job back. But Andrés has stirred something within me, something dangerous when it’s mixed with such feral lust.

Curiosity.

I nod slowly and with a long exhale, he gradually loosens his grip on my wrists. I could almost think it strains him to let me go, even though he’s the one who demanded I move. He reaches out to the side and pulls the door handle, popping the car door open, and I carefully climb off him and step down onto the street. I stand still for a moment, feeling weak and wobbly, light-headed, and horny as hell.

I circle around the back of the car and I hear the door shut behind me. Then Andrés pulls open the driver’s side door.

This is too much space, too much time to think.

My mind is quickly finding its way back to reason, back to shame, falling out of the storm and into the spider’s web in the dark corner of my mind. Yet somehow, I make it around to the passenger door. I pull it open but hesitate.

I look across at Andrés, sitting in the driver’s seat, and he snaps his head to look at me, eyes dark, flashing with hunger and anger and desire. I know I’m supposed to be afraid of him, but instead, I’m drawn to him, my heart tugging me forward as if it wants me to expose it to him—as if it wants me to let him reach inside and rip it out.

He did that once, didn’t he? Whenhe left me.

And instead of heeding his warning, instead of denying him, I get in the SUV. The moment I’m inside, door shut behind me, and seatbelt buckled, he drives off.

“Where are we going?”

He looks straight ahead and speaks in a deep tone, his voice curt and directive. “Hotel. Unbutton your pants. Rub your fingers over your cunt. I want to know how wet you are.”

I gasp, turning my head to look at him.

His crass command tugs me from the spider web, drags me from the dark corner, and pulls me out into his over-heated light. It takes a few seconds for my mind to completely pull free and descend back into the chaos of intense sensation that makes me feel free from my emotions.

“Hey,” he snaps, turning his head toward me, then back to the road. He reaches sideways, snatching my left forearm and shoving it, making my hand flop between my legs when he lets go. “I told you to do something.”

I take in a deep breath as I glance over at him. I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out. Instead, I reach down with both hands and work the button of my denim shorts, pulling down the zipper. I glance at him again, but his eyes are fixed on the road.

With shaking fingers, I push my hand beneath the hem of my panties, leaning back against the seat so I can slightly lift my hips. I have to force my hand beneath the tight layers of underwear, jeans, and the seatbelt across my lap. When I reach the spot he demanded that I touch, I let out a gasping breath then a deep moan.

“Push your fingers inside.”

I throw my head back on the seat and do exactly what he tells me to do. And oh, my wow, I could come within a minute.

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