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I give her a hard stare, sickened by the thought of how long that girl had been enduring her owner’s attention. “She’s wrong.” The woman’s lips tick up at the corners, approval lighting up her face.

“Let’s go,” Val calls, pointing at the woman I’m talking to.

An arm slips around me, and Aiden pulls me towards the car. “Time to go.”

The woman and I share one more glance before we’re pulled separate ways, the smell of burning flesh still filling my nose.

Chapter 15

Aiden is quiet on the way back to the house, his fingers drumming frantically on the steering wheel. He’s not singing. He’s not looking at me.

Despite the satisfaction raging through me for how things went back there, I feel like he’s mad at me. I don’t like the feeling I have as the thought of that sits with me. I don’t like that I don’t like it.

“Aiden,” I say, testing the waters.

I scramble to grab onto the ‘oh shit’ handle as Aiden cuts the wheel to the right without slowing down in the slightest, making the SUV bounce and crawl over foliage and into the ditch.

“What the fuck, Aiden?” I yell, tumbling into the dashboard when he slams his foot down on the brakes.

I’m yanked back from where I’m sprawled along the dash, Aiden’s fingers biting into my upper arm. He hauls me up and over the console without looking the slightest bit concerned about it, nor does he look sorry. My body draped over the console, Aiden’s fingers take hold of my short braids, pulling taut, and then he’s kissing me just like he did atop the wall back at the house.

It’s fiery and messy and wild. I forget why I was pissy about being thrown and dragged around the car, meeting his fever with my own. I moan low as his tongue flicks against the seam of my mouth, opening to let him in. As I do, I crawl further over the console, clawing the air to seek out the door or anything else I can find to steady myself.

Aiden releases my hair and I pitch forward, breaking the kiss and catching myself by grabbing hold of his shoulder. Both of his hands land on my hips and he plucks me from the console, slamming my body against his. His mouth finds mine again within a second. I shift back to get the seatbelt buckle to stop digging into my knee and my ass slams into the steering wheel, making the horn sound.

It breaks me from the spell I’m under. I pull away from his mouth, panting, even as my body settles more fully against his. My knee is still pressing into the goddamn buckle, making me want to amputate the fucking thing. But nothing—not even the discomfort—can distract me from how impossibly rigid his dick feels against me.

I kick my leg back again, trying to relieve the pain in my knee, but I honestly don’t give a fuck anymore. I all but attack Aiden, drawing a surprised noise from him when my tongue presses into his mouth, dancing with his own. I shove at his shirt and, all at once, both of us are tearing at each other’s clothes. His shirt goes first, then mine. He practically rips my bra off me, leaving me bare from the waist up, my nipples rock hard with excitement and pointed right at his face.

“Fuck,” Aiden curses, cupping one of my breasts. He looks at me with the glow of the car lighting up his eyes, his thumb dangerously close to stroking over one of those nipples. “You sure, Kitten?”

I let out a noise like a growl and grab both of his hands, slapping his free one on the tit he isn’t already holding and pushing the thumb of his other hand to do exactly what he was threatening to. He takes no further convincing, sucking one of the hardened peaks into his mouth.

My back arches as I throw my head back, wrapping my arm around his head to hold him in place. His tongue dances around my nipple, flicks hard a few times. His teeth graze over me as his mouth comes off my breast with a pop, going to the other side and doing the same thing there. I grind against him shamelessly, the noises I’m making bordering on animalistic.

With a squeeze, Aiden releases my tits, and his hands glide down my sides, causing goosebumps in his wake. His touch leaves me, but not his mouth, continuing to suck and lick at me. I startle a little as an electronic whirring sounds and the seat we’re in moves further back and then reclines, giving us more room.

Without waiting a second longer after the chair is at the furthest point back, his thumbs hook into the waistband on my leggings. I shove back to give him room to take them off me, making my ass hit the steering wheel again. The horn honks again, but neither of us care, especially when I feel the cool air of the car’s A/C ghost over my soaked pussy.

We’re both frantic as we work together to shove my leggings to my ankles and I claw at his pants to free his cock. And free is the accurate term because it’smassivewhen he shoves his pants down enough for it to spring free.

Hard and the head glistening with pre-cum, I start to have second doubts about putting that thing inside my vagina.Where the fuck will it go?I’ve only ever had Damien’s shrimp dick in me, and a couple of his friends who are equally lacking in this department.

Fuck. Why am I thinking about any of them right now?

I have this fucking crazy, sexy man between my legs, and my mind goes tothem?

I jolt from the staring contest I’m having with Aiden’s dick while I battle myself internally, when his fingers drag along my slit. He groans loudly when he realizes how wet I am. He holds my gaze as he presses his fingertip into me, and he seems to be scrutinizing my reaction.

Realizing he’s treating me delicately, I wrap my hand around his and sink my hips lower, letting that one finger fill me. That’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back. Aiden works that finger in and out of me, then adds another one. He picks up his pace, those fingers curling inside me, pressing into a spot I haven’t felt activated in so long. It sounds like his fingers are plunging into a bucket of water.

“Oh myfuck,” I choke out, not even able to breathe.

“You’re already almost there, aren’t you? You gonna fucking come on my hand, my sweet little Kitten?”

I can’t even answer him. That’s how much his words push me over the edge along with that third finger he presses in on the next stroke.

My eyes roll back into my head and my entire body shakes as Aiden wrings an orgasm from me, furiously pumping his fingers while I scream for him and God. I fall forward, my tits mashing into his face while I ride his hand until I’ve come down from the peak.

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