14. Scarlett
FOURTEEN
SCARLETT
Iraise my knee between us and slam it into his chest, hoping to dislodge his hold, as I use one hand to grip his fingers to prevent them from tightening further, and I raise my weapon, pressing it against his temple.
"I have no idea what you're taking about, Agent Garnier, but I suggest you get a fucking hold of yourself before I blow your damn brains out. "
For a moment, it's almost like he's lost his mind.
He doesn't instantly release me. Instead, his whole body shifts further toward me, pressing me into the side of the car door and the seat.
My knee at its awkward angle had little effect on stopping him, and he doesn't seem particularly worried about the gun to his head.
Is that because he doesn't think I'll pull the trigger?
I disable the safety, and press the barrel harder against his flesh. "Stop, Jasper."
My voice sounds wispy and desperate to my ears, and that has me soaring with anger.
I'm not weak! I don't allow men to hurt me!
I release my grip on his fingers and instead wrap my own around the column of his neck, my fingernails finding purchase against the warm, soft flesh.
"Harder," he groans, before slamming his lips down on mine.
The move is unexpected and catches me off guard.
It's not a gentle or forgiving kiss. Instead, it's full of teeth smashing together, as our lips fuse and his tongue forces its way into my mouth to tangle with mine.
A heady groan escapes him, and I readily swallow it.
My fingers tighten on his neck until I can feel slickness underneath my nails.
Even then, I don't relent, and he doesn't pull back.
My hand with the weapon trembles, as he yanks at my shirt with his other hand, his nimble fingers slipping below the fabric and reaching for my breast. He pulls back and moans as he bites down on my bottom lip.
"Go ahead, little vixen, pull the trigger.
At least I'll go to the devil with your taste in my mouth. "
Oh. My. Fucking. God. I replace the safety, and drop the gun to my side, before letting it slip onto the footrest. I immediately rake my fingers into his thick, dark hair, yanking harshly on the strands, and refusing to deny myself the pleasure that I've often daydreamed about.
His fingers pull the cup of my bra down before tweaking and pulling at my throbbing nipple.
He releases the hold on my neck, and before I know what to expect, he's ripped my shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze.
"Better," he groans as he leans forward and takes my nipple past his lips, lashing and using his teeth on the delicate tip. I'm forced to release my own hold on his neck, my fingers coming away coated in his blood, as my head tips back against the window in pleasure.
His lips work their way up my chest until he reaches where my neck and collarbone meet, and he lashes the delicate spot with his tongue, before biting down and ripping a whimper from my mouth.
"Fuck, Jasper," I groan as he continues his procession up my neck, before finding my lips again with a ravenous fervor.
My head begins to swim as all the emotions and sensations overwhelm my senses.
My body is on fire from his touch and kisses, and I want more.
I want all that he's promising, all that he has to give.
I swallow against his hold, and he tightens his grip until my next breath is nothing but a gasp. "Naughty girl," he whispers with a smirk against my lips. God, this can't be happening, can it? How can I be allowing this?
His fingers leave my breast and make their way down the middle of my abdomen, until I feel the button of my jeans pop, and the sound of the zipper being discharged is loud in the confined space.
He slips his long fingers down past the front of my panties, until the tips are brushing against my warm flesh, and caressing the top of my mound.
The sensation is both too much and not enough.
Every nerve ending inside of me is electrified, and my body is ready to implode.
All thoughts of halting this are quickly turning to ash.
"Are you wet for me, Scarlett? Is this pretty pussy ready to beg for my fingers, and my cock? "
His dirty words and sultry tone are my undoing.
I shift in the seat, granting him better access so he can push my pants further off my hips, and slip his fingers between my slit.
His long digit caresses my throbbing clit, back and forth in a rhythm that is threatening to make me insane. "More. I need more," I beg.
"Tell me what you need, little vixen, and I'll grant your request if you're a good girl."
Fuck, why is that so sexy? It's as if he can read my mind, and all the desires that I keep a tight leash on.
I hesitate, not wanting to sound and look desperate, even though that's exactly the sensation dashing through my bloodstream.
It's been so long since I was touched, so long since anyone has made me feel alive.
"Tell me," he demands, in a feral growl that only makes the temperature rise further inside of me.
"Fuck me hard, and don't be gentle. Take... my ability... to speak away." I gasp as two of his fingers slam inside of my pussy, forcing my walls to spasm, and my slickness to drench his palm and the edge of my pants, which are now precariously hanging off my ass.
"Oh, little vixen, you're fucking perfect for me. I'm going to fill you up until you lose the ability to think or breathe. I'll make you crave my touch like a drug, and have you crawling on your pretty knees like the cock slut I know you are. You can't hide from me anymore."
He yanks his fingers away, and I almost cry in devastation at their loss.
I'm in a bit of a daze as he pulls away, opens up his door, and stomps his way around the front of the vehicle until he's at my side.
I scramble to push myself away from the door, just as he pries it open with so much force that it groans in protest. He doesn't wait for me to acknowledge what he wants, or understand his intentions.
He fists my hair, yanking on the dark strands and pulling me from the car, my pants now tangled around my knees.
His other hand darts to the crotch of my panties, and he yanks, ripping the material with a sting off my body. "FUCK, JASPER!"
"Soon, pretty girl." He uses his grip on my hair to push me forward, forcing my legs out of the vehicle, and my torso to drape across the seat, as he slaps my asscheek hard enough to have me gasping.
The sound of his zipper has me holding my breath, as my eyes widen and I try to glance out the front window to see if we are being observed.
Self-preservation and shame should be hitting me now, but instead, I have nothing, no words of protest, no demands that he stop, just pure pleasure and anticipation of being completely undone, and that should terrify me.
"No! Eyes forward, Scarlett, it doesn't matter if anyone's watching or not.
Right now, you belong only to me. This ass.
" Slap. "And this soaked pussy, are mine to do with as I please.
" He strums his fingers against my throbbing clit, and I have to swallow my scream as pleasure mixed with pain flows through me, ratcheting up my already rapidly threatening orgasm.
My breasts hang out of my disheveled bra below me, and my tresses that have come loose from my ponytail cover the side of my clammy face.
His fingers move from my clit to dip inside my aching pussy, before gathering moisture and continuing up to my back hole.
All the oxygen leaves my lungs, and I go utterly still.
He rubs my slickness around my hole, dipping the tip of his finger into the ring of muscle, as my ass clenches in desperation to keep him out.
"Have you ever had a cock in this tight hole, Scarlett?
Has anyone had the pleasure of stretching you back here before, or will it be all mine? "
I shake my head, my hair clinging to my lips, as they open and close without sound.
He releases a rumble behind me that reverberates with pleasure and has my toes curling in my sneakers.
He likes that I'm untouched back there, that if he takes me here and now, he would be the first. I know I should stop this.
This is all so sudden and unlike both of us, not to mention lewd and dangerous.
I raise my head with one last-ditch effort to end this madness, and have common sense return, but it's useless.
In the same moment, he slams his cock inside of my dripping pussy, his body pushing mine further into the seat, and forcing me to brace, or smash my face on the center console.
"Fuck, Scarlett! You're a snug fit," he groans, the sound deeply masculine and causing my core to clamp down on his hard, invading cock. "I'm not even fully inside of you yet, baby."
What? What the fuck does he mean he's not fully inside of me yet?
My whole body spasms, my core hot and overly full, as he pulls back to the tip and thrusts forward once more, pushing more of himself inside of me, until a scream rips from my lips, as he quickly reaches the end of me in this position.
"Please..." I beg, but I'm not even sure what I'm asking for.
His hand in my hair instantly pushes my face down into the seat, forcing me to suffocate on the leather, as I struggle against his grip and invasion of my body. "You will take all of me, every fat, fucking inch, little vixen. Now do me a favor, baby, scream for me."