Page 76 of Relentless Sinner
Mischief darkens his eyes as he glances at the driver, checking he didn’t hear. He didn’t. At least Ithinkso.
Regardless, I don’t care. Whatever has possessed my mind tonight is only focused on wanting Jaxon to touch me everywhere.
I spread my legs and he slips a finger under the lace of my panties and right into my pussy. Torturous heat burns across my skin. And just like that I lose myself and all control of my body.
Jaxon has got me under his spell with just this simple, sensual touch. He strokes my clit and knows exactly how to keep my body under his command. It feels so good that the angst from speaking to my father eases from my mind, falling away like raindrops.
Remembering that we’re not alone and this is not the time or place for Jaxon to be fingering me, I try to stifle a moan.
I fail. And I swear the driver heard it.
Feeling embarrassed, I grab Jaxon’s hand, look at him, and shake my head. But all he does is give me his trademark grin that’s filled with malice, showing me he has no intention of stopping.
My lips part in protest but the words don’t come. They’re sucked away into my mind when his lips crash onto mine.
Jaxon kisses the same way he does everything else—perfectly. This kiss reaches past my lips and pierces through the deep layers of my being.
It’s glorious and breathless and feels like food for my soul. My body constricts from the rawness of pleasure pulsing through my veins and I savor it.
When he pulls back from my lips the look on his face is almost feral. I’ve seen that look before. Last night.
That’s how he looked while we were in the hot tub before he picked me up and carried me into the room to fuck me.
He looks like there’s no turning back and he’s going to devour me but he pulls his finger out of my pussy and looks toward the driver.
For a moment I think he’s come to his senses. I realize he’s doing something else when he says something to the driver in Russian. I have no idea what he said but I decipher a few words like ‘stop’, ‘Uber’, and ‘I’ll drive’.
The driver glances back at him with concern and sounds like he’s insisting on something. I pick up the Russian word for danger—opasnost'.
Jaxon speaks to him in a firmer tone and the driver passes him a Glock. A shudder races through me. The last gun I saw was Dad’s. Aimed at me.
On seeing my reaction he grasps my thigh again and caresses my skin to soothe away my fear.
I don’t get to relish the tenderness in his touch because my attention is swept away when the driver suddenly turns off the road. He heads into the dark woods and parks the car behind a thicket of trees. Then he grabs his jacket from the passenger seat and gets out, leaving the keys on the seat.
I watch him, wondering what on earth is going on, until he closes the door and walks away, disappearing down the path.
I turn back to Jaxon when he tightens his grip on my thigh. “What is going on?”
Shadows and moonlight play on his face, filling the smile he gives me with more menace. “Finishing what we started last night.”
The arousal that’s already thick in my throat grows. “Here?”
“Here.” His voice is deep and raw, filled with untamed desire.
I look around. At the mass of thick shadowy trees. A perfect setting for a horror movie. It feels like any moment now a monster could rush out of the woods and attack us.
Jaxon touches my cheek and guides my face back to him. I stare deep into his eyes and realize the monster is already in the car with me. He’s sitting right next to me in the form of the man people call the Beast. And I was already his victim. Helpless to everything about him.
So helpless I have no desire left in me to run from him. Because I want him.
I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
Even more than my freedom.
He inches closer, brushes his lips over mine, then traces my mouth with his thumb. “I need you now, Krasota. I want to bury myself deep inside you and fuck you so hard your sweet little cunt will be begging for more.”
“Jaxon—”