Chapter 22 – Karik #2
My heart raced as crazy thoughts formed in the back of my mind. I clenched my jaw, struggling to remain composed even as a storm was already brewing within me.
Focus, Karik. Focus, I thought to myself, fingers combing through my hair.
She looked so gorgeous and sexy. All I wanted to do was pull over and eat her out, claim every part of her body, and remind her that she was mine alone.
“You’re awfully quiet,” her voice sliced through my thoughts.
I blinked once, eyes on the road. “You’re the talkative one, remember?”
She let out a soft chuckle. “True. But I can’t help thinking this has something to do with your cousin.”
My brows knitted together, accentuating the faint frown on my face.
“You two didn’t seem to like each other very much,” she added. “Is this how you are with all your family members, or is it just him?”
I didn’t respond because the more she talked about Rodion, the angrier I became. I couldn’t understand why she couldn’t shut up about him. And the idea that she might actually like the man fanned the flames of my fury.
“You know, you two are more alike than you think.”
I clenched my jaw, my scowl deepening.
The leather crunched beneath her weight as she turned to face me. “What do you think was going on in his head when he stared at me?”
Her words stung in ways I wasn’t ready for, messing with my sanity and the emotions I didn’t even realize I still had. I tried to control myself. But the more I tried, the more I felt my composure slipping through my fingers.
To make matters worse, she wouldn’t shut up.
“Those steel-gray eyes of his were cold,” she said, looking out the windshield. “Maybe even cute.”
That’s it! You’re done!
I swerved the car into an alley in a single sweep, tires screeching on asphalt. She grabbed the dashboard for support, her eyes wide with terror. I slammed on the brakes and brought the vehicle to an abrupt halt.
“What the hell, Karik?” she snapped, looking right at me. “What’s wrong with you?!”
That’s when I lost it completely.
“What’s wrong with me?” My voice was slightly higher than I intended. “What’s wrong with you? Why are you fantasizing about my cousin?”
“I’m not!” she shot back
“Then why wouldn’t you shut up about him?”
A pause.
I glared at her, my chest heaving with measured breaths.
“Wait a minute.” Her brows rose slowly, a mischievous grin tugging at one corner of her mouth. “Are you jealous?”
Silence.
The truth was a hard pill to swallow, and I hated the fact that I let my emotions get the better of me.
“Oh, my God, you’re jealous,” she stated, her voice laced with conviction. Her eyes lit up, revealing the excitement and shock dancing in their depths.
I didn’t accept her claim; I didn’t debunk it either. Instead, I leaned in, eyes boring into hers. “Listen to me, Ellie. You’re my wife, and you belong to me. Me.” My hand snapped out, grabbing her by the jaw. “Do you understand?” I growled.
Her expression darkened in an instant. Not anger. Not pain or disdain. Desire. Need.
The air shifted to something more sexual, causing my cock to twitch in my pants. The longer we held each other’s gaze, the faster my heart raced.
“Prove it,” she whispered, her teeth grazing her lower lip. “Prove that you own me.”
I began slowly tracing the curve of her mouth with my thumb without breaking eye contact. Her chest heaved, her lips quivered beneath my touch and her eyes called out to me.
In a heartbeat, our lips met in a heated kiss, one that left us breathless. My mouth moved against hers with a hunger that left no room for hesitation.
She leaned in, hands already shedding my jacket as she shoved her tongue into my mouth. My hands found the curve of her breasts, squeezing over the fabric of her dress.
I broke our kiss suddenly, watching the insatiable need flickering in her gaze. “Get in the back. Now.” It wasn’t a statement. It was an order.
“Yes, sir,” she replied, pushing the door open.
We both stepped out of the vehicle and slid into the backseat, then shut the doors behind us. I rushed at her, devouring her lips with the fervency of a man who couldn’t get enough.
Her hands were all over me, pushing my jacket off entirely and loosening my tie. I pulled her closer, feeling the softness of her breasts against my chest.
Breathless, Ellie ripped apart the buttons of my undershirt, a move that revealed her desperation. She pushed me back onto the seat, straddling me without thinking twice. Her hair spilled over her face as our kiss deepened, and she moaned in my mouth.
She ground her hips against me, her movements slow and rhythmic. My hand slipped under her legs as our heads tilted sideways. I caressed her inner thighs before settling on her underpants. She was already soaking wet.
“Ohh, fuck, yes,” she whimpered, tipping her head back.
My fingers shifted her panties to the side and slid in effortlessly.
She moaned again, her body trembling this time.
“How long have you wanted me?” I teased, looking at her face while fingering her pussy.
She bit her lower lip, her waist twisting and twirling. “Long enough.”
I reclaimed her lips, tasting the wine she’d had earlier. She reached down and struggled with my belt for a moment. Once it was loose enough, she broke the kiss again, glanced down, and dipped her hand inside.
“So hard,” she whispered, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips.
I let out a quiet groan as she began stroking my length. My hands reached up, tugging down the straps of her dress to reveal her perfect breasts. She lifted her hips inches higher and positioned my cock outside her entrance before sliding down onto it.
So warm.
So slippery.
She arched her back, her waist grinding against mine. I fondled her curves, reaching to take her nipples in my mouth. Her moans filled the air, her hair cascading down her back as she threw her head upward.
I wrapped my arms around her body, pulling her closer while my cock traveled deeper inside her. She caressed my hair, her fingertips massaging my scalp. A small gesture. But it was as sexy as it was relaxing.
She quickened her pace, her movements becoming more and more frantic by the second. The car bounced on its tires, the leather seats crunching beneath our weights.
I slapped her ass, burying my face between her breasts. She winced in response, her arms around my neck.
In a split second, I lifted her off me, positioning her on all fours. She placed one hand on the glass and, with the other, she grabbed the headrest of the driver’s seat for support.
Draping the hem of her gown over her waist, I yanked down her panties, just below her upper thighs. Enough to grant access to her honeypot.
I spanked her ass with both hands, reveling in the sound that fell off her lips. I bent over, buried my face between her thighs, and began licking her nectar.
“Oh, my God!” she whimpered, legs shaking beneath her.
I spanked that ass again, my tongue parting her folds with practiced ease. The longer I ate her from the back, the wetter she became, and the more loudly she moaned.
Once done, I managed to straighten in that cramped space, my cock finding its way inside her.
She moaned as her pussy stretched out to accommodate me, her palm pressed hard against the glass. With relentless strokes, I began ramming her from the back.
“Oh, yeah, Karik. Fuck me harder!”
I reached for her hair, grabbed a handful, and tugged at it.
“Fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes…!” The words burst out of her in a frantic rush.
I pulled on her hair, making sure her face mirrored the glass while I hit her from the back.
Her ass turned a shade of red from all that random spanking, and the sound of her moans filled the car’s cabin.
“You belong to me,” I said, breathless, my groin slapping against her ass. “Every inch of you belongs to me. Only me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her lips parting in a silent scream.
She had no idea how insane she made me. Ellie was in my blood, in my mind, and in my soul. There was no way I could get rid of her even if I wanted to.
The scent of her arousal invaded my nostrils, and the sweet sounds of her moans sent shivers down my spine. I plunged harder and deeper inside her as jolts of electricity surged through my veins.
“Who owns this body?” I spanked her ass.
“You do, Daddy,” she whimpered.
“Say it again.”
“You own my body.”
“Louder.”
“You own my body!” She raised her voice, her breasts bouncing back and forth.
My muscles contracted, legs trembling beneath me as I let out a guttural growl. With one last thrust, I drove deeper and exploded inside her, releasing all that tension.
The feeling was so ecstatic I groaned like a wounded beast, my face twisted in sheer pleasure.
After we finished, I dropped into the seat, a sharp sigh escaping my mouth. She was shaking, her hair slightly tousled, her lips quivering. Ellie leaned into the seat’s backrest, her chest rising and falling with slow breaths.
She looked at me, satisfaction and a hint of something dancing in her eyes. Although neither of us said a word, the small smile on her face thawed something frozen inside me.