Chapter 28 Exposed
\[Lilia\]
I now understand what he meant by saying I should have remained at his side like an obedient doll that he considers me to be. Well, scratch the part where I say that I am obedient because I am obviously not, and the only reason I am doing all of this is that he scared the very crap out of me.
I still have no idea where we are going, but judging by the amount of cars and armed personnel convoyed around tells me that this trip isn't just an ordinary out-of-the-mansion kind of thing, and it doesn't sit right in my gut.
I am not a fortune teller, but hell, only a blind person could not see the tension hanging between Kael’s furrowed brows and Val's rigid figure in the passenger's seat, as well as the persistent grasping of his gun concealed within the holster attached to his side.
The car is heavily tinted, and I bet it is also bulletproof. I have no idea what Kael does for a living, but having me as his prized purchase in an auction on the black market tells me that this lavishness he acquired didn’t come from something legal. On top of that, who in the heck travels with a large number of armed men on a regular basis?
This is something I only see when a president travels on land for the purpose of conducting diplomatic relations. Kael is obviously not a president.
Unless he's involved in some form of unlawful activity, of course. That shouldn't come as a surprise. He literally attempted to kill me the first time we met, which sort of explains why everything is the way it is.
I let out a sigh. My gaze roved around the enclosed space within this magnificent automobile, taking in everything it had to offer. I am not a car enthusiast, but one thing that struck my eye was the sculpture of a bonnet ornament perched on the hood of this sedan.
At first glance, I even thought that it was a bird about to take off, but as I stared at it even longer, that is when I finally realized that it wasn’t. It is a sculpture of a woman leaning forwards with her arms outstretched behind her. Billowing fabric stretches from her arms to her back, evoking the appearance of wings, and two overlapping capital letters “R” are embedded on the steering wheel. There was also embossed in gold-plated lettering on the side of the door that said “Rolls Royce.”
The floor mats were like made of lambswool that cosset our feet. Hand-crafted wood veneers and panels, a canopy of what feels like a thousand stars glittering above us.
My mouth just drops. How is it even possible? Like, we were in broad daylight, but I could make out constellations through tiny perforations engraved luminously on the car’s roof linings.
The smell of fresh tobacco, not the cigarette, of course. It has a little vanilla aroma to it, which blends well with the scent of leather and an earthy undertone that permeates my nostrils. Even while I really wanted to close my eyes and take a deep breath of the entire thing, but I knew I would look like a fool if I did that.
This is the most comfortable car I have ever been with. The cushioned seat molded perfectly as my body sunk in it, and the low hum of its engine that is barely audible.
I was too consumed with my own bubble of thoughts when an enormous hand suddenly landed on my exposed thigh, immediately jolting me out from my reverie and snapping my head towards the man seated next to me. My heart hammered on my chest in an automated response to his touch, and the fluttering of a caged bird began spinning around in my stomach in a reflex response.
I bit down my inner cheek to keep myself from squirming and held my head high, refusing to cower with Kael’s intense pair of mossy green eyes. I even tried to stabilize my breathing so that I would appear unbothered, but I terribly failed as his rough palm skimmed higher and higher to my thigh until it disappeared underneath the silky fabric of my dress.
My glance shifted to the rearview mirror as I became aware that Val's attention was focused on us, instantly turning my face into a deep shade of red. Kael noticed it as a grumble of annoyance resonated from his chest as he reached for the buttons attached to his door side and a glass wall partition rose between the front seat and us on the rear side, creating a little bit of privacy.
My breath lodged in my throat, my back stiff as iron still, inhaling sharply as I bite down harder on my inner cheek just as his hand reaches the inside of my thigh, knuckles grazing over the cotton fabric of that little piece of forsaken underwear.
“Kael, I don’t think you should be doing that.” I croaked, edging a little further away from him, darting my eye to the opaque glass partition, worrying that Val and the driver would still see us even though nothing could be seen through it.
A low growl of displeasure emanated from Kael, making me instantly rigid in my seat and freeze.
“Are you telling me what to do now, кукла (kukla)?”
His expression hardened in response to my refusal, and I shook my head vehemently as fear began to grow in my lower abdomen. “No, I...just...we are in a car.”
“And? Does that make any difference if you were in bed?”
He pulled my thigh in just one swift motion. My rear slid against the leather seat, and my tiny dress hiked up at the backside of my waist, slightly exposing my underwear, leaving a little peek left to the imagination.
“Stop...Please,” I whimpered, his thumb rubbing circles on my inner thigh.
My body now pressed against him, one arm snakes around my waist, gripping me tightly down on the hip.
Kael didn’t seem to be satisfied by it and hurled my body to his lap, my bum smacking against his knees. Eliciting a loud yelp to rip on my throat as he spreads my legs apart until I cradle into him. My head didn’t even have the chance to touch the car’s luxurious roofing with my height.
“Tame it down, кукла (kukla).”
He roughly snarled, yanking my hand and placing it down to the imminent tent forming on his pants, while his hands from my waist crawled up to the back of my head and gripped a handful of hair, tugging it back as he leaned forward. The tip of his nose grazed the sensitive spot on the hollow of my throat.
I gasp. The searing pain that is pounding my scalp isn't even the most pressing issue on my mind. My attention solely went to his pants-covered hardness pulsating on my palm and the way his tongue flicks wet. Licking the juncture between my shoulders, down to the swelling valley of my mounds.
“You, dressing up like a little slut is just giving me a hard-on.” He went on, the stubborn stubbles on his jaw slightly scraping on my skin as he spoke, and I couldn’t think straight anymore.
My body temperature went skyrocketing, and the pounding on my chest rang in my ears. The slow rhythm of vibrations from the vehicle makes the sensation even more intense. I know I should have been insulted when he called me a slut, but instead, giddy anticipation ran through my veins, and even begged him to talk to me more in that way.
Fortunately, I am still conscious enough to keep my mouth shut and prevent myself from uttering things that I will most likely regret afterward.
“Tame it. You don’t want me to get angry, do you? I still have yet to punish you for getting me this late.”
The jingles of his belt reach my hearing. I let out a series of loud, involuntary gasps as his hard-rock shaft pushes against the palm of my hand. Kael’s enormous hand covered mine, closing it around his manhood.
This time, I dared to look down. My hand could barely wrap around his size, almost disappearing underneath his long thick fingers.
I was gaping. It’s not that it is the first time I have seen it, but the fact that we are doing it inside the running car is just completely out of my realm of comprehension.
“Don’t just stare at it! You're fucking putting me to death, damn! Move your goddamn hand, кукла (kukla)!” He growled, glaring at me intensely as he spat out his threats between ragged breaths.
“Move it, or I’ll shove it right inside that pretty little mouth of yours.”