Frighteningly calm, he only says, “Home. Now.”
I stand on jelly legs as he intertwines our hands and walks us in the direction of his car without another word. I try to keep up with his fast pace but I’m short and wearing heels and the fact that I’m aroused as fuck isn’t helping.
“Riaan,” I say, tugging at his hand. “I can’t run in these.”
He stops, takes one look at my feet, and picks me up in his arms. Thank God we’re the only ones on this street. Otherwise, I would’ve flashed them my panties. However, it’s not like Riaan would’ve allowed it.
His jaw is shut tight with dark desire evident in his expression and it sends electricity running through my body. As soon as we reach his car, he unlocks it and roughly dumps me on the seat. Shutting the door, he rounds the hood and gets in the driver’s seat.
“Seat belt.” He only seems to be capable of one-syllable words.
With trembling hands, I put on the safety belt while he pulls into traffic. The muscles in his arm bulge and flex as he shifts gears while driving fast. The tension in the air is so thick and potent that I could cut it with a knife. Our hands remain on our sides and I don’t even look at him.
His dark energy wafts over me.
The whole night was just foreplay. And now, I’m bursting with need and desire.
Once again, I’m leaving a wet spot on his shiny leather seats and my cheeks heat in embarrassment. I’m a mess while he’s lethal and silent with his attention on the road but it doesn’t mean he’s unaware of me.
The only visible proof he isn’t completely unaffected is his hard cock forming an obscene bulge in his pants.
I feel so hot that I lower the windows slightly and the wind blows my skirt, baring my wet panties.
Riaan’s hand tightens around the steering wheel, eyes scanning my naked thighs. I don’t cover myself up on purpose and feel his intensity heighten. When I spread my thighs, he increases the speed.
“Nyra,” he warns.
I know I’m playing with fire but I’m too far gone.
Finally, we reach home and as soon as the car stops, we both get out of the car. Still not touching me, he walks a step behind me like I’m a lamb he’s taking to the slaughter.
The kind where he will break me by pulling orgasms out of my willing body. Inside the elevator, his gaze burns my back from head to toe yet he doesn’t say a word.
I watch the number of floors as we rise up and will for it to hurry. I shudder violently when his finger traces a slow path down my spine and stops right above hips.
It’s such a small and innocent touch, yet it pulls the strongest reaction out of me. Thankfully, the elevator door finally opens on our floor.
“Walk,” Riaan commands darkly.
Why is his cold and hard voice turning me on?I ask myself.
His large palm slides down to rest over my ass while he stands behind me, his arm coming around to unlock the door with confident fingers. I step into the dark hallway, with only a sliver of light pouring in from the kitchen when I hear the lock click.
In a split second, the energy shifts and every trace of tortuous calmness is gone.
He doesn’t even let us reach the living room before he pounces on me, and he whips me around with his hands fisting my long hair.
The dark shadows makes his face look beastly as he pulls at the neckline of my dress, the strings coming undone under his force. My naked breasts bounce and he slaps them hard, eliciting a pained cry from my lips.
“On your knees.” His voice sounds so guttural and unrecognizable.
I follow his command, dropping down before him while his other hand roughly pulls at the button on his jeans and jerks the zipper down. I lower his briefs and jeans down, too eager to take his cock in my mouth.
The sweetness I’m tasting on my tongue, I want to replace it with the salty taste of his cum.
He wraps his hand around the base and like the depraved man he is, he slaps his dick against my cheek. It doesn’t hurt but the act itself is dirty, wrong and humiliating. My pussy throbs nonetheless.
His eyes flare when he catches me enjoying it. He does it again and then paints my lips with his pre-cum. I lick it eagerly.