Page 52 of Captivated By Danger

“No. No. No, Sir.”

He swatted me.

“Good. Don’t ever let him touch you again.”

He swatted me one last time. Sitting back in his seat, he left me strapped in place. His chest was rising and falling like he was trying to calm himself down. Looking out the window, Abel had finally gotten in his car and pulled off.

“Are these windows heavily tinted?”

“What do you think?”

I gasped and looked at him. When he winked at me, I turned my head away from him in shame.

“Unbuckle me.”

“No. You need to calm down first.”

He gripped my wrist. When I turned and looked at him, his eyes were closed.

“Are you counting?” I whispered.

He didn’t respond. A few moments later, he opened his eyes and nodded his head.

“Are you calculating my heartrate?”

He nodded his head. “In New York, you’ll have a band for that. It helps me help you reach your highest peak before passing out.”

“You… you are sick.”

He raised his eyebrows in response.

“And unfair.”

“In the manual, it states that I am able to change the rules whenever I see fit.”

“In New York! Unbuckle me, Diesel.”

His right eyebrow went up. “Would you like for me to get the paddle?”

I cleared my throat, shifting as much as I could in the seat. Reaching across me, he unbuckled the seatbelt and unwrapped me. I slowly turned and eased down on my ass.

“Oh my gosh,” I whispered, trying to stop the uncomfortable stinging.

“If you’re going to yield your power—”

“Sshh…” he turned in the seat, beckoning for me to meet him in the middle.

Turning in the seat, I scooted to the edge. Hooking his index finger in my shirt, he pulled me to him. I wet my lips before he pressed his big lips against mine. He pushed his tongue in my mouth before catching mine in between his lips. He sucked on my tongue lightly before pulling away slowly, catching my bottom lip in the process. I was so stunned that I was no longer participating in the kiss as he assaulted my mouth. I’d closed my eyes, savoring every second his lips were pressed against mine, while he flicked his tongue against mine.

“Hmm.” I moaned.

My pussy was leaking. He pulled my bottom lip in between his lips again. Before he could latch on my tongue again, I caught his and did the same thing that he’d done for me. He only let me do it once before he pulled back. When I opened my eyes, he’d sat back in the seat, staring at me.

“Oh wow. And how old are you again?”

“I never told you how old I was in the first place. I am thirty-seven.”

“Oh wow. Thirty-seven. You don’t look thirty-seven. But I guess you kiss like you thirty-seven.”

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