Page 248 of Fatality

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.”