Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
H oly shit, that man had reflexes.
I was so shocked when I landed in my seat after he’d pulled me back into the car that I only stared at him as he leaned over, grabbed the handle and slammed my car door shut again. “Stop running from me.”
I glared at him. “You are literally textbook, insane. You just told me to get out of the car or you’d make me, and now that I tried to, you tell me to stop running. What is it now? Should I stay or go?”
He narrowed his eyes, glared back. “Again with the bratty behavior? Are you sure you are ready to handle the consequences?”
But before I could make up my mind, Vince slid his seat back, while he gripped my waist with his strong hands, and yanked me onto his lap, then maneuvered us both so I ended up straddling him.
My heart raced as I faced him, suddenly breathless and intensely aware of his cock pressing against my core through our clothes. “What the he—” The words stuck in my throat as he looked at my lips for a millisecond before looking back up, his eyes smoldering dark.
Holy shit.
I squiggled, intensely aware of the cramped space and his arms clamped around me, holding me in his lap.
He hissed and tightened his grip. “Stay still,” he commanded in a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, demanding submission.
I swear I was slowly losing my mind because I was both aroused and pissed off at the same time. What was he doing? I shoved at his chest, my nails biting into his shirt. “Let me go.”
He didn’t budge an inch. “So you can run away and hurt yourself? Not a chance.” His gaze raked over me, dark with lust and possession. He’d had the same look in his eyes right before he’d kissed me in the library.
He exhaled. “You’re driving me insane, Punk,” he gritted out while looking at my lips again.
My mouth was suddenly bone dry, and I wet my lips.
His eyes gleamed, the predatory look sending a thrill through me even as I snapped my mouth closed.
He gripped my hips with his hands again, immobilizing me in place. “I’m over playing games.” His voice was deceptively soft. “You need to learn your place. You’re mine, Punk. You belong to me.”
My pussy clenched at his words, and I immediately glared at him. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to want him, no matter how my traitorous body reacted to him. “Stop it,” I snapped, trying to assert some form of control over the situation. “Also, don’t I—thanks to you and Dad—belong to your brother and not you?”
The look in his eyes suddenly changed. Went hard and cold. Dangerously cold. “You need to understand one thing.” Vince’s voice softened, but his grip on my waist tightened as if to remind me of his dominance. “I’m the one who decides who you belong to. And right now.” He released his grip, splayed his hand on my chest, and pushed me back against the steering wheel.
“You’re in my car, on my lap, grinding against my dick.” He slid his hands under my shirt while holding my gaze.
My breath got stuck in my throat, and my whole body tensed when his calloused fingers touched my skin. It was such a thrilling feeling. Thrilling, strangely erotic, and again, even though just seconds ago, I wanted to kill him, right now, I wanted nothing more than to see where this was going. How it would feel to have him… I bit my lip and closed my eyes.
“Considering the evidence,” he whispered, leaving a burning path across my belly when he moved his hands upward. “I’d say you’re practically begging to belong to me.”
He pushed my bra up, cupped my breasts before he circled, and then squeezed my nipples into stiff peaks.
I bit back a moan but couldn’t suppress the tremble that accompanied the delicious shock of heat shooting through me.
I opened my eyes, found him, and held his gaze. This was insanity. Whatever my traitorous body wanted, this would be such a mistake—one I would never be able to recover from.
I narrowed my eyes. “I didn’t ask to be here. You dragged me. And I don’t belong to anyone,” I said, my voice huskier than I’d intended. “And I have never, and will never, beg.”
He leaned in until our noses nearly touched, both his hands on my breasts caught between us. “You’re the most annoying woman I’ve ever met.”
I narrowed my eyes and stared back. “You’re the most annoying man I’ve ever met.”
He cocked his head, got closer, his breath hot against my neck, and nipped at my pulse point.
I trembled.
“I don’t think your body would agree,” he whispered into my ear, then pinched both my nipples, hard enough to hurt.
I gasped, arousal and pain twisting together, mixing into a delicious heat that made my pussy clench. I could feel myself getting wetter.
“See.” His voice was rough with desire. “You’re mine. If you admit it or not, doesn’t change a thing.”
I shook my head, my fingernails biting into his skin.
He leaned back, his eyes gleaming in triumph. “Let go, Little One. I promise I got you.”
I stared at him.
And he stared back. This was the moment. We could keep on dancing around; I could keep on fighting this attraction between us. Or I could just give in, just for one night. Enjoy everything Vince Salvini could give me—and be finally done with being a twenty-one-year-old virgin.
“Oh fuck it.” His lips came crashing down on mine, claimed mine in a bruising kiss, plundering my mouth. He continued his assault on my breasts with one hand while he pulled the other one out from under my shirt, grabbed my neck, and pulled me deeper into the kiss.
I moaned into his mouth, desire overwhelming my resistance. My head warring with my body. This wasn’t smart. Giving in to him would give him power over me. Even more power than he already had.
And yet.
My body responded to his touch, his kiss, his everything. I ground against his hardness, searching for more contact while still refusing to accept the fact that this was Vince Salvini I was dry-humping against.
Damn.
When he finally released me, I could only stare at him, dazed and breathless.
He smirked and ran a finger down my cheek in a parody of tenderness. “See.”
My cheeks flushed with a mixture of anger and desire.
“Are you really gloating about me reacting to your kiss? How old are you?” I whispered.
His eyes flashed with dark promise. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll gag you.”
I narrowed my brows. “You can always try,” I shot back, my rebellious streak refusing to yield. Inside, though, I knew I was already gone and in over my head.
“Oh, Jemma,” he whispered, his voice and the look in his eyes suddenly softened as he shook his head.
As if he knew about the warring feelings inside of me.
I shuddered.
“Close your eyes, Little One,” Vince whispered, then waited until I complied. “And now, just focus on your body. Focus on how good it feels.” He slid his hand from my breast, over my belly, then lower until he dipped under the waistband of my pants and into my panties.
I gasped as his fingers grazed my clit and arched my back involuntarily.
“So wet for me already,” he purred and circled my sensitive nub. “So fucking beautiful.”
I bit my lip to stifle a moan, clenched my thighs around his hand—to no avail since he had my legs stretched wide.
I opened my eyes and met his gaze.
His eyes gleamed with triumph and something else, something incredibly warm and caring. He held me captive, then increased the pressure, and pushed me closer to the edge.
“Come for me.” His voice was rough. “I want to feel you come undone.”
I shook my head, clinging to the last shreds of my resistance. But it was no use. He thrust one finger inside me, pulled out, then squeezed my clit—then repeated his assault on my senses—hard and rhythmically.
I grabbed his shoulder and held on for dear life, but I lasted only seconds until I shattered around him with a broken cry.
He pulled me against him, held me as I came down from the high, and kissed my throat, my jaw, my cheek. “There now.”
I sighed.
“Absolutely fucking gorgeous.”
I shook my head, but he only held me tighter.
“This doesn’t change anything,” I whispered but buried my head in the curve of his neck.
He pushed me back, but I avoided looking him in the eye. Because I just couldn’t.
“Eyes on me.” The command in his steely voice was unmistakable.
I shook my head again.
He grabbed my chin, squeezed until my gaze met his.
His eyes flickered with frustration and something else—a hint of unspoken affection? “You really think it doesn’t?” he said while letting go of my chin and caressing my cheek.
His expression turned pensive. “You’ve been drinking, so let’s talk about it in the morning.”
His caring side was even more threatening than when he was glaring at me.
Vince Salvini and I were natural enemies, and this attraction between us couldn’t change that.
It couldn’t, right?
A sudden fear gripped me. I hated how effortlessly he controlled me just now. How good it felt. How I wanted more, and simultaneously just cuddling into him and forgetting everything was perfect, as well.
The thought of defying him when he was so caring only added to my unease.
But nothing changed the situation we were in.
Right?
Right.
I avoided looking at him, then fixed my bra.
He waited, watched me, then opened the door and got out with me in his arms as if I weighed nothing.
Once he stood, he helped me untangle myself from him even though everything inside of me wanted to cling to him, be carried by him, stay in his arms just a little bit longer.
I kept my gaze fixed on the ground. I needed to find a way to untangle myself and get away from him. No matter my feelings.