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“No,” I said again. “This isn’t over until you come for me.”
“Enough,” she gasped, trying to pull away. But my grip tightened, and I pressed my fingers deeper, setting a rhythm designed to tip her over the edge. The car filled with her soft moans and my low growls, punctuated by the sound of fabric rustling against skin.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I said. “Does that feel good?”
“That’s not the point—“
“You know, anyone could stop to watch you,” I cut her off. “They could see that you’re getting fingered in a parking lot like a cheap whore. But you know what?” I leaned closer, my lips brushing her earlobe as I whispered the next words. “I think that turns you on.”
She gasped, a blush creeping up her neck and coloring her cheeks. Whether it was from embarrassment or arousal, I didn’t know – and frankly, I didn’t care. I had her where I wanted her: teetering on the edge, caught between her stubborn mind and traitorous body.
“I’m not...I don’t—“ she stammered out, only to be interrupted by my thumb grazing her clit.
“That’s it, Jade,” I encouraged, smirking at her sharp intake of breath. “Admit it, you like being watched. You like being taken like this. You’re a scientist, a fucking genius. That doesn’t stop you from being a whore for me.”
Jade gave a half-sob, half-moan, her eyes welling up with tears. But beneath the hurt, beneath the betrayal, there was something more. Something wild. Something untamed.
“God damn it, Dante...” she gasped out, her words ending in a breathless moan as my fingers picked up the pace inside of her.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” I coaxed, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure out of her.
My fingers continued their ruthless assault, matched by the rhythm of her breathy moans and gasps.
Clinging to the last vestiges of her resistance, Jade twisted away from me. But with my free hand, I caught her chin and turned her back. My gaze burrowed into hers, unyielding and heavy with unspoken promises.
“You don’t turn away. You look at me when you come.”
“And what if I don’t want to?” she shot back, defiance lighting up her eyes. But even as she spoke, her body betrayed her. Her hips jerked against my hand, seeking me out despite the words that hung in the air between us.
“I said look at me,” I demanded, my tone hardening. “Or do you want me to stop?”
Her gaze met mine, her eyes a tumultuous mix of desire, pride, and resignation. “Don’t… don’t stop,” she whispered, swallowing hard as she conceded.
“That’s my girl,” I murmured, satisfied. My movements became relentless, pushing her further into the pleasure she was so desperately trying to deny.
As I felt her walls clenching around my fingers, I knew she was close. “That’s it Jade,” I purred into her ear, “Come for me.”
“No,” she whimpered in protest, but even as she tried to fight it off, her body was betraying her. Her release was imminent, ready to break its hold over her and reclaim her body with an intensity that would leave her breathless.
“Come for me, Jade,” I repeated, my voice a low growl in the near silence of the car. My finger found her clit again, applying just the right amount of pressure to push her over the edge.
“No...I…” She gripped my arm tighter as she fought for control, her resolve wavering under the onslaught of pleasure. But I was relentless, thrusting again and again until with a gasp, she went rigid beneath me.
“That’s it,” I whispered into her ear as her orgasm washed over her. I didn’t let up, kept moving within her until the spasms subsided and she dropped against me, panting and spent. Each twitch of pleasure that pulsed through her sent a triumphant thrill down my spine.
I cradled her against me, my fingers stilling inside her as she rode out the aftershocks. Her body was warm and lax, the tension that had wound her so tight now dissipated. But despite her surrender, I could see the battle raging within her. The fight between morality and desire, between fear and yearning. She was a creature caught between two worlds: one of cold logic and sterile laboratories, the other of darkness and forbidden pleasures.
“You’re mine,” I said softly into her hair, my fingers gently stroking through the damp strands. She flinched at the words, but there was no denying the truth in them. Jade Bentley belonged to me, in a way I hadn’t imagined possible. In a way, perhaps, that neither of us was prepared for. She looked up at me, her eyes glassy with tears. “And this is only over when I say it’s over.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Jade
Istood there in the quiet sanctuary of the BioHQ lab, my fingers tight around a pipette as if it were my anchor to sanity.
The steady hum and whirr of machines played background to the chaos unspooling in my head. I couldn’t shake the images from the car—the way Dante’s hands had moved without permission but awakened something dark and wild within me.
“Focus, Jade,” I muttered to myself, trying to drown out the memory of how his eyes had locked onto mine, demanding and fierce as he brought me to the brink. It was a twisted mix of fear and desire, and I hated that part of me craved the intensity of his gaze again. But no, I wouldn’t let Dante Moretti, with his dangerous allure, pull me any deeper into his world of shadows.
I wasn’t going to tell him shit. He had made it clear that sharing my pregnancy with him was not safe.