He was looking for me this whole time. I don’t know what that means for us, but it’s something. He looked as though he wanted to murder Bruce. I can only hope it’s not some pissing match he’s having with his cousin and he just wants to win. I want him to be pissed because he hates the idea of me being with someone else. I know the idea of him with another woman would kill me.
“I’ve never known you to be a liar, Myra.” He bites me harder this time and I gasp.
The sensation shoots straight between my thighs and I clench them together as my clit starts to throb with need. My body knows what he can do to me. I could never get myself off like he did, no matter how many times I tried. And boy did I try.
“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” I throw out there. If he wanted me so badly, how come he didn't make more of an effort to have me before?
“You’re right,” he agrees, kissing the spot he’d bitten. “Like what your cunt tastes like.”
I suck in a breath at his crude words. I’ve never in all the years I’ve known Kace heard him say one dirty thing. Not a joke or even join in when someone would say someone was pretty. I’ve been to so many events with him and never once caught his eyes wandering to other women. At one point I thought maybe he just wasn't sexual, but that clearly wasn't the case. I should have known though. When Kace wants something, he’s direct about it. If he wants to taste my cunt he’s going to say it.
I shift in my seat as the throb between my legs grows to an almost unbearable level. It’s on the tip of my tongue to beg him, but I don’t want to beg him. I want him to beg me.
“You’re going to let me eat your cunt, Myra.” It’s not a question. His hand comes to my face and he cups my chin. He turns me so my eyes meet his. “Please.”
“That word again,” I breathe against his mouth. I enjoy that I’m the only one to get it from him. It’s the second time in minutes he’s given it to me and I’m weak from it.
“I’ll say it over and over again if it gets me a taste.”
“I didn’t think you were asking.” I lean in to him and my mouth brushes against his. God, he smells so good. How can I be so mad at him yet being this close makes me achy?
“Myra,” he warns. “I only have so much control.”
It’s like a light bulb going off inside of me. That’s what I want because I enjoy playing with his control. That night in the limo, part of the rush was him snapping. I’d driven him to a point of doing something that was so out of character for him. It’s always been there, lingering under the surface, and I think I knew on some level I could break his carefully constructed fa?ade.
My tongue darts out and I lick his bottom lip. “You can have a taste. But you only have so long until the driver makes it back to my place.” I try to say the words cool and casual as if I don’t care one way or another, but I want his mouth all over me and I know our time is ticking.
“I never said I was taking you to your place.” As soon as he says the words, his mouth meets mine and his tongue is pushing past my lips. He’s dominating the kiss as his fingers dig into my hair. “But I will take you home.”
“What?” I ask. He’s not taking me to my house but he’s taking me home?
My mind is in too much of a lust-filled fog to put anything together. He shifts, moving me quickly, and once again, I’m on the floor of his limo. It’s déjà vu as his hand slips up my dress and he rips my panties from my body. This time, though, he doesn't only destroy my panties, he goes for my dress too. He rips it right down the center and the silk is no match for his strength.
“You did that so I can’t get out of the limo!” I shout, and my heart races with excitement at the sight of him so out of control. Maybe I should be scared,