Page 147 of Taming Seraphine

“If I’d known Dad was using Gabriel as his regenerating liver bank, I would have escaped,” she snarls through clenched teeth. “Mom was already dead, and so was Nanna. All I had left was my brother, and I had no idea Dad was invested in keeping him alive.”

“Seraphine,” I say with a gasp. “Slow down.”

Pain and pleasure mingle with an impending sense of alarm as I navigate a hairpin turn. Sweat breaks out across my brow, my palms, the soles of my feet. She’s so lost in her resentment that she doesn’t hear my warnings to stop.

Shit.

Only Seraphine could combine handjobs with horror.

I lose track of what she’s saying. It’s a maelstrom of words and memories and murder.

“Seraphine,” I say, my voice strained. “Calm down. Take a deep breath. You’re safe now.”

She pours all her pent-up rage into her ministrations, and my poor cock doesn’t know whether to shrivel or spurt. Her hand moves faster and faster around my shaft, and I can barely keep my eyes on the road.

At this rate, she’s going to get us both killed.

I make another sharp turn, nearly clipping the side mirror as she continues the sweet torture. Her soft hand combined with the angry strokes are pushing me toward a dangerous precipice. Literally.

An orgasm builds up in my balls, and I’m seconds away from losing control. I clench my jaw, trying to keep it together, trying to stop myself from exploding across the dashboard.

“I’m not your enemy,” I yell over her words.

Sweat prickles across my forehead and my breath comes in short pants. No matter what I say, Seraphine shows no signs of slowing down.

The engine roars as I round another bend and I have to swerve around an asshole speeding toward us. Adrenaline punches me in the gut and the fine hairs on the back of my hair stand on end.

“Seraphine,” I bark. “Listen to me. We’ll crash if you don’t slow down!”

This handjob from hell has gone too far.

I grab her wrist, but this only makes the situation worse. Her grip tightens, with blunt nails digging into my sensitive flesh. Lightning strikes my every nerve, charging up my senses with liquid fire. We’re going to crash, and she’s going to die before she even completes her revenge.

Tingles spread across my groin with an intensity that turns my vision white. I slam on the brakes, and scream, only it’s too late. I swerve, but the bumper hits something solid and detonates the airbags.

Seraphine doesn’t react but continues to pump the life force out of my shaft, making me lose energy at an exponential rate. My cock pulses, throbs, and convulses to the beat of my frantic heart. I spurt once into the airbags, twice, three, four times, and then I lose count.

Seraphine continues milking me until my soul flees my body and every ounce of cum escapes my balls until I’m gasping and groaning with every stroke.

“Feel better?” her voice cuts through my post-orgasmic cardiac arrest.

I crack open an eye and glare at her through a cloud of airbag dust.

She stares up at me through those wide, innocent eyes, not looking like she almost just killed me with her hand.

My head rolls back. I’m still panting so hard that it takes several heartbeats to form words. “As soon as I’ve caught my breath, you’re going to get punished.”

Her cheeks turn pink. “Okay.”

Okay?

My eyes narrow. It almost looks like Seraphine nearly got us killed on purpose to earn a punishment. I’m going to spank that ass so raw she’ll be sleeping on her belly for a week.

FIFTY-SEVEN

SERAPHINE

I don’t like it when Leroi broods, which is most of the time. He’s always so preoccupied with irrelevant details, when he should enjoy the fact that he’s free. This was the only way I could think of to distract him from brooding.

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