attempt at winding him up. Then his handsome face twisted into a sneer, and he placed his hand on my upper thigh. The connection instantly burned my leg, like flames licked from his palm to my skin. My heart pounded as I watched his hand slowly move up, his fingers hooking over the waistband of my pants. I held my breath as he leaned into me, making his scruffy jaw scratch against my ear. “I guess there’s one way to find out.”
I was so clouded with lust that I didn’t comprehend his words until Rogue suddenly started to jerk my yoga pants down, taking my thong with them. I reached out and grabbed his wrist, forcing him to stop, before yanking my clothes back up. “Fuck off, Rogue. I’m not in the mood for your games.”
He tried pulling again, gripping the material of my pants, but still I tugged back, stopping only when I heard the slow sound of my pants ripping. When the fabric tore, he yanked them to my knees. “Oh, Scar,” he chuckled darkly, moving his palm up my thigh. “This isn’t a game, this is war.” He slid his middle finger along my bare heat to test how wet I was, and I moaned at his touch.
But because I wasn’t about to give in, I shoved at his shoulders, and the moment he was off of me, I slid across the seat to put some distance between me and the feral look in his eyes. I dug my fingers into the seats, panting. This was so fucked up, but every cell in my body was lit with desire. Godfrey’s push and pull was always mental, but Rogue? The fight between us was physical, and I craved it. And based on the sinister smile that crept over his lips as his eyes flicked from my bare pussy to my flushed face, he knew it.
He leaned in, and my head hit the window as his arms boxed me in on either side. “Back off,” I growled once more, before placing a foot at his chest to kick him away.
His brown eyes lit up, and he leaned in even closer, until I could feel his breath against my cheeks. “Make me.”
Challenge accepted, motherfucker.
I felt his eyes heavy on my body. Keeping my foot on his chest, I slowly inched the ripped fabric from my legs, easing it off my silky skin as his eyes licked over every exposed inch of me. Once the material was at my ankles, he slowly reached up to pull the rest of it off before tossing it to the side. “There’s no use fighting me,” he said with a cocky grin that made my plans for him feel so much more rewarding.
“Don’t you know, Rogue?” I asked while lifting my finger up and placing it against my mouth. His eyes grew hooded as my lips parted, and after letting out a moan, I began sucking on it. I swirled my tongue in a sensual move, then removed my finger with a pop before trailing it down between my breasts. I felt sexy with his eyes on my body. After parting my legs even more, I slipped my wet finger along my cunt, teasing him with a front row ticket to something I wasn’t going to let him have. “The best things in life are worth fighting for,” I finished in a husky voice before yanking my hand back, catching him off guard when I cut the show short.
Then I lunged for him. Shoving him back with the force of my entire body, I settled on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. The back of his head collided with the window, and I yanked on his brown locks, exposing his neck before biting down. Hard.
I sucked at his skin as he jerked his hips up with a groan, his hard erection digging into me, and I laughed huskily. Pulling his hair harder, I peppered kisses along his jaw before sinking my teeth into him again, this time into his bottom lip. Our kiss felt more like a fist fight, with punishing hits, colliding teeth and tongues, and both of us looking for the upper hand. He broke away first, and I hated how much I wanted the kiss to continue.
“Show me what you do with your little college boy, Scar,” Rogue challenged as he thrust up. My head nearly collided with the ceiling of the car, but he bumped that perfect spot,