Page 88 of Corrupted Deception

I hung up the phone a moment later, a few yards from my Aston Martin.

“We’ll take my car,” I said, catching up and grabbing hold of her arm. “I’ll send a man back to pick up your Audi.”

She looked down at my hand on her arm, then up at me, her eyes narrowed.

I shrugged. “Same ultimatum as before. You can give in, or I can throw you over my shoulder and carry you.”

I almost wished she’d fight me. Okay, Ididwish she’d fight me. That primal urge was always there, lurking beneath the surface after a fresh kill, but with Charlotte in the vicinity, her scent wrapping around me, it was potent. Really fucking potent.

“Asshole,” she said, but there was no heat to it, and she didn’t try to yank her arm from my grip.

I nodded. “Grade A,tempesta.”

She scoffed but didn’t fight me as I steered us toward my car, and she didn’t say a word when I opened the passenger door. She dropped her duffel bag in the footwell and climbed in while I tried to decide whether to be worried about the silence or not.

She stared out the window as I got behind the wheel and navigated the car out of the bushes and back onto the road. And she kept on staring out the window, silent. Whether she was having a mental meltdown over what I’d just done or she was planning out her next grocery list was anybody’s guess. Fuck if I knew.

Twenty minutes had passed when she turned in her seat enough to glance behind us, then turned back.

“Pull over,” she said, finally breaking the silence.

“Why? What’s wrong, Charlotte?” I asked, still utterly clueless about what was going through her head. Aurelio’s revelation didn’t help with that one bit.

“Just pull over, Cielo,” she demanded as she unfastened her seatbelt.

All right, this should be interesting.

I slowed the car and pulled off onto the shoulder between two low hanging willows. The moment I shifted the car into park, she was out the door.

I thought about the way I’d found her earlier, bent over the marble toilet in her warehouse. But this didn’t feel like that.

I followed her out fast, half-expecting her to make a mad dash into the forest, but she stood there next to the car, her hands at her sides. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was coming harder, the rise and fall like a pendulum no man could resist watching.

“What is it?” I asked, stopping right in front of her.

Rather than answering me, she grabbed hold of my vest and yanked me toward her, leaning up at the same time so that our lips came together, bruising in the intensity of the kiss.

Well, fuck me. It wasn’t what I’d been expecting, but my cock was pleasantly surprised.

She tasted like mint and coffee, and her lips were so soft and so plump, an image of them wrapped around my cock shot through my mind, her cheeks flushed, making the sprinkling of freckles stand out, and her ‘fuck you’ silver eyes staring up at me. It might have been the best thing my mind had ever concocted.

She slid her hands down my chest, unfastening my tactical vest as she went while I grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her hard against me, grinding my cock against her abdomen.

If I didn’t know better, I would have said the girl was looking to get fucked. Here. Now. And if there’d been any doubt, when she slid her hands down further, reaching for the fly of my pants, her intentions became rather clear.

My cock jerked. A woman who liked it rough and was down with fucking on the side of the road, without a care about who the hell drove by? It was like hitting paydirt.

But Aurelio’s words played in my head.“The labels on the cupboards and the checklists throughout her home?” he’d said like they’d meant something.“The impulsive behavior…”

Was this just an impulse she couldn’t control?

So of course, like a dumbass who had something against incredible sex with devastatingly beautiful women, I broke the kiss and leaned away.

“I’m not sure what this is,tempesta,”I said, meeting her eyes, trying for the millionth time to see behind them.

She curled her fingers in my shirt beneath the open vest. “This is me wanting to fuck, Cielo. Just sex,” she said as she unfastened the buttons of my shirt.

Christ.Those were tempting fucking words.

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