"You feel so good," I whispered, stroking his raging c*ck with my eager, aching sex.
Sliding up and down.
"You're all I need, Gideon.
All I want.
You were made for me."
"You forgot that," he bit out, his knuckles white from his grip on the seat back.
I wondered if he was just holding on or physically restraining himself from reaching for me.
"Never.
I could never forget.
You're a part of me."
"Tell me why you kissed him."
"I don't know."
I rested my damp forehead against his, feeling the tears burning behind my eyes.
"God, Gideon.
I swear I don't know."
"Then shut up and make me come."
If he'd slapped my face, it couldn't have shocked me more.
I straightened and leaned away from him.
"Fuck you."
"Now you're getting the idea."
Hot tears slid down my face.
"Don't treat me like a whore."
"Eva."
His voice was low and raspy, filled with warning, but his eyes were dark and desolate.
Filled with pain that matched my own.
"You want to stop, you know what to say."
Crossfire.
With one word I could unmistakably, irrefutably put an end to this agony.
But I couldn't use it now.
Just the fact that he brought up my safe word told me he was testing me.