CHAPTER 52
Evren
Closer – Nine Inch Nails
The feeling of her rubbing herself against me, of her hands on my cheeks.
I can't fucking think straight.
I know I lost the moment she blushed.
Seeing that she is willing to use me as her tool for her revenge to find out what happened to her brother.
So fierce, so fucking beautiful that my cock was—is painfully hard.
She rolls her hips again, and a sharp, hissed breath escapes through my teeth.
My hands fly to her hips, my grip tightening to the point of pain.
I need to hold her still, to stop the maddening friction.
I just look at her, my jaw tight.
My eyes—I know they are—glowing, burning with lust.
“You've got a death wish, is that it?” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. “Or did you just miss the way I feel inside you?”
“You wish it was that.”
She leans in and nips at my cheekbone implant.
The bite to my implant is a sharp unexpected jolt through my entire body.
For a split second I can’t even process what she just did.
She bit into my implant, the thing keeping my mods and my functions—reflexes, pain, eyes and adrenaline—high enough for me to react in a race or a fight.
I’m frozen, stunned by the audacity, she knows it is the only thing making me vulnerable, the only time she knocked me out enough time was because she elbowed it.
A dangerous smile spreads across my face, my eyes blazing with a new predatory light casting on her face in the dark of the Charger.
My grip on her hips shifts to restraining to controlling.
In one brutal motion, I yank her down hard against my cock, grinding her against my denim, making her feel every inch.
“I don’t wish,” I pause, looking down at our bodies grinding together before looking back at her “I take.”
One of my hands slides up and pops open her baggy jorts open, and pull the zipper down.
“You want to play? We’ll play.”
I grab both of the edges of the zipper, the bodysuit part that covers her cunt, her panties—or thong—and rip it open enough to have access to it.
How could I fuck her right here, right now if there is that damn barrier between us.
I saw a problem, I solved it.
She gasps and I see her ready to probably punch me for what I just did.
“But we are going to play by my rules.” I grab her throat and yank her face toward me.
It makes my cock throbs painfully against the confines of my damn barrier.
“You’re scared of speed?”
She nods.
“Then fuck it.”
“Wh-what?” She frowns “Fuck it? What the fuck are you talking about?”
I grin.
“Fuck the thing that traumatize you.”
I jerk my chin toward the gear lever. Her eyes widen when she follows my gaze.
I customized it myself—long, thick, with a rounded knob at the end. Easier to maneuver for me.
And perfect for her.
“Hell no.”
“Yes,” I grab her chin and force her to look back at me “You’re going to do it, or I’ll put you on it myself.”
“Evren,” her face hardens. “Force me and I’ll put it in your ass.”
“Mmh,” I groan “Would hurt but I could enjoy it.”
“You’re insane.”
“Yes,” I lean and lick her neck “You’re fucking dripping for me anyway.”
I can feel her body tremble from my lick.
“Do it,” I whisper “And I’ll make you feel good.”
She doesn’t answer and moves, swinging her leg over the console, she is breathing heavily.
“Come on.” I urge her.
“Shut up.”
I smirk and let her be, while I grab my own waistband of jeans and all, lift my hips up for the fabric to be pushed down enough to free myself.
My cock is already leaking, hot and eager, I keep my gaze on her.
I spit on my hand and start stroking myself.
She slowly sinks herself onto it with a wince. She draws a sharp breath as it is fully to the hilt.
I accelerate my hand’s pace, my breath quickening.
“It-It’s…” She starts “Weird but it feels good.”
The sight of her impaling herself on that mechanical extension of my car, of me, is the most obscene, possessive thing I’ve ever witnessed.
A raw, guttural groan is torn from my throat.
“Fuck.” I breathe.
The word dripping with awe and dark hunger.
My free hand shoots out, gripping her thigh, my thumb pressing into her skin.
“Look at you.” My voice is a ragged whisper. “Riding my fucking car.”
The slow, deliberate grind of her hips on the cold metal, the soft, wanton moans that escape her lips—it’s a hypnotic, filthy display that has me completely spellbound.
My grip on her thigh tightens, my knuckles white.
Then she takes my hand and brings my fingers into her mouth.
My breath hitches as she doesn’t look away. She holds my burning gaze while her lips close around my digits, her tongue swirling over them, sucking gently, tasting the salt of my skin.
It’s an act of submission and defiance all at once, a silent promise that she’s consuming me just as completely as I’m consuming her.
A low, continuous groan rumbles in my chest.
“Fuck, baby.” I rasp, my voice thick with lust.
I let her suck on my fingers for another second, mesmerized, before I slowly pull them from her mouth with a wet pop.
I don’t break eye contact as I bring my glistening fingers to my own lips, tasting her on them, my eyes fluttering shut for a brief second at the intimacy of it.
When they open again, the possessiveness in them is absolute.
“Off,” I command, my voice a dark, ragged whisper.
I give her hip a slight push.
“Off the shifter. Now. You’re done playing with the machine.”
I grab her hips and slide her off the lever with a wet sound and back hovering my lap.
One hand slides up, brushing her stomach to the side of her breast until I tangle my fingers with her hair at the base of her skull.
My breath mingling with hers, I tilt her head slightly.
I feel her shaking and letting out a sharp breath.
“Now, get back on. And this time, don’t tease.”
I see her eyes, those mesmerizing eyes, burns with defiance and tease.
She pants heavily, her hands shift from my face to my wrist.
It is all music to my ears.
“I thought you were the one taking.” She manages to say even breathless.
A dark humorless chuckle rumbles in my chest, my hand around her neck tightens just shy of bruising.
“Oh, I am taking.” I growl, my voice dripping with intent. “You just handed me the best invitation.”
I don’t guide her onto me, I don’t help her, it would be too fast.
She would win and I hate losing. Even if I already did lose, I won't fucking admit it.
I want her aching as much as I’m painfully fucking aching hard to be inside her.
I simply hold myself here, my eyes locked on hers, waiting for her to stop being a brat and beg for it.
A minute passes, I want to thrust in, I want to feel her tight, wet, warm cunt gripping me until I’m on my knees.
My other hand on her hip slides down, her thigh and finish by enrobing my pulsing dick.
I stroke myself from the base to the tip slowly and position myself at her entrance without entering, I give a sharp slap on her pussy with my cock making her gasp.
I begin to thrust slowly, guiding myself, sliding between those pink wet lips earning me a nail breaking my skin.
Her body is shaking for control, as am I.
My cock is poised at her entrance, she is dripping onto me.
Fuck I don’t know how much time I’m going to be able to hold back.
“Then do it,” She tighten her grip on my wrist and digs her nails in “Or you don’t have the fucking balls?”
That did it.
The sheer audacity to fucking call me—me—a coward.
It hits me like a physical blow, igniting something primal and dark in my core.
My adrenal booster kicks in before she can even pronounce the last syllable.
My eyes flash, painting her face even brighter as the augmented glow intensifies.
“Let’s see how long you last being a brat when I fuck you into oblivion.”
In one quick motion, my hand leaves her skull to clamp back onto her hip.
I don’t let her lower herself onto me, I yank her down, impaling her on my length in one savage, deep thrust.
A guttural groan is torn from both of us—from the blinding tight heat and hers probably from the pain and invasion filling her completely.
I bury myself to the hilt, rolling my hips, my base piercing rubbing her clit and my tip one hitting her cervix.
I don’t give her time to adjust, to breathe.
She wanted me to take?
I fucking will.
I set a punishing, relentless rhythm immediately, driving up into her as I pull her down onto me, using my grip on her hips to piston her body on my cock.
“I don’t have the balls huh?” I grate out, my face a mask of concentration and fury.
I slam her down harder, she is crying out, holding onto the metal bar of the headrest for her dear life.
The sounds of her moans from pleasure-pain—I could listen to them twenty-four hours a day, seven days per week.
My own hips bucking to meet her, the car seat creaking in protest beneath us.
The sound of skin on skin, wet and frantic, of our sharp breaths is echoing and heavy in the car.
I lean forward and my teeth find her jawline, nipping and descending on her neck to open-mouth kiss her pulse, to feel her heart beating.
I pull back to watch her face as I fuck up into her with even more brutal, jackhammer thrusts.
Riven’s eyes start to roll back in her head with guttural moans, she is biting her bottom lip.
It’s the sweetest and addictive sound I ever heard.
Even more addictive than my engine roaring.
The act of her eyes rolling back, it’s the visual proof of my absolute dominance and pleasure-pain I’m orchestrating inside her body.
The car rocks slightly with the force of our movements.
It drives me wild.
I ram into her.
“That’s it,” I pant, my own breath coming in ragged gasps, sweating beading on my forehead “Look at you, using me as your tool.”
The thought of that, only excites me more.
I can feel a knot coming at the base of my cock.
“E-Evren!” She screams.
“You like that?”
I shift my grip, one hand sliding from her hip to her throat, tightening just enough to make her gasp for air.
Just enough for her brain not to get the oxygen it needs to survive while having enough of it to feel me.
Tricking her own fucking body.
She claws at my forearm while moaning.
“Fuck,” I rasp “Don’t stop making me bleed.”