Page 63 of Defy

“You truly have no fear of God’s wrath, do you?”

“Nope. And since I’ve already got a reservation scheduled for eternal damnation. I’d make sure to thoroughly defile you in said convent before I kidnapped you from under the Mother Superior’s nose.”

As if on instinct, she parted her legs to give me better access, and I pressed my fingers deeper, finding her clit and circling it.

Her hands grabbed hold of the armrests, and nails dug into the leather. Through the thin fabric, her hard nipples pushed at the material, making my mouth water to bite and tease.

“I know what you’re doing,” she accused.

“What am I doing besides teasing your cunt, still slick from my cum?”

“You’re trying to distract me from the texts.” She responded with a huskiness that revealed her very aroused state and lifted her hips, trying to force my fingers to a spot she desired. “You do know a lot of women are offended by the word cunt.”

“Good thing you aren’t one of them.” I pulled into a parking space near my private elevator, moved my seat back, and then adjusted to watch her as she writhed with her knees spread wide and pussy exposed.

“You’re very cocky.”

“It’s not cocky when my big dick is a fact, and so is the certainty that I’m shoving it down your throat in a minute and planning to make you choke on it.”

Her eyes widened and then narrowed. “You think so?”

“I know so. Now shift the car into park if you don’t want me to move my hand.”

Without telling her twice, she followed directions, her breath growing more unsteady by the second.

Once she set the automobile into a safer situation than what I had planned for her, she asked, “W-what now?”

“You know exactly what.”

Her pupils dilated, swallowing her irises and turning them almost entirely black as onyx before she asked, “Here?”

I stared at her, giving her no response.

Maybe it was the lingering agitation with her about the secrets she refused to tell me, but I wanted to push her.

I’d fucked her face in front of the club members, but here in the parking garage, just like at the fashion school, edged on that discovery of society at large, making it irrevocably known that she belonged to me.

But then again, anyone seeing her as I saw her was unacceptable. That was why every recording of us would stay in our private collection for our viewing only.

By morning, I’d have any trace of our escapade in the fabric room erased from all security servers.

“I know what you’re doing?” She unfastened her seat belt, taking my hand from between her legs and setting it on my lap.

Then she tucked her legs underneath her and reached over to open my pants. First, she slowly unbuckled my belt and opened the button of my pants. Then she lowered the zipper before tugging at the expensive cotton of my underwear.

“What am I doing?”

“You want the cameras to record our upcoming activities?” She gestured with her chin to the one pointed directly down through the windshield of the sports car. “Tell me I’m wrong? It turns you on.”

“You’re not wrong. And the idea of others watching us excites you, too.” Her fingers closed around my cock, and I couldn’t help but throw my head back at the incredible feel of her stroking me as she pulled me out. “Now, you’ll tell me if I’m wrong.”

“I admit nothing.” Using her index finger, she rubbed the precum dripping from the slit at the tip of my cock in circles around the crown.

“Of course you don’t. You hold back while I have to lay myself raw for you.”

Something passed in her dark gaze, and she said, “Fine, I confess. The idea of watching me suck you off turns me on.”

“Then I suppose you will enjoy seeing a copy of the surveillance footage of our earlier activities from the fashion school, too. I have to say, getting an eagle-eye view of me fucking you while you’re bound and at my mercy has its appeal.”

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