Chapter 133

Chapter 133

In the cramped backseat of the car, Rachel curled up against the seat, her body trembling ever so slightly. A feverish flush painted her cheeks, burning hot under her skin.

Kevin's tall, muscular frame practically swallowed up the space, his presence overwhelming in every way.

"What's this? Already can't handle it?" His voice came out low and gravelly, laced with a teasing edge that sent shivers down her spine.

His fingers grew bolder by the second, slipping under her skirt with a confidence that made her gasp. Rachel instinctively clamped her thighs together, but there was no stopping that intrusive hand as it roamed with reckless abandon.

She bit down on her lower lip, desperate to muffle the soft hum building in her throat. But her body betrayed her completely—her panties were already soaked through, the sticky warmth trickling down the inside of her thighs.

Kevin noticed. Of course he did. He leaned down, his hot breath brushing against her neck as he murmured near her ear, "Soaked like this? Damn, you're begging for it."

His words were crude, blunt, and hit like a match striking dry tinder. Humiliation scorched through Rachel until she wanted nothing more than to disappear into thin air.

But before she could muster a protest, Kevin's lips crashed into hers. His kiss was fierce, possessive—an alpha claiming what's his. His tongue forced past her lips, tangling with hers in a dance that threatened to consume her entirely.

Rachel couldn't breathe under the onslaught. Her cheeks flamed brighter, tears of pure overwhelm prickling at the corners of her eyes as she melted bonelessly into his arms.

When he finally pulled back, his gaze raked over her dazed expression and parted lips. A wicked smirk curled at the edge of his mouth. "Look at you," he rasped, voice dripping with dark promise. "Bet you're dying for me to take you hard right now, aren't you?"

The taunt was half seduction, half challenge. Rachel's embarrassment choked any response she might've had; she turned her face away, but her body quivered uncontrollably. That aching emptiness inside her screamed for more, no matter how much she hated admitting it.

Kevin chuckled low in his throat, his deft fingers already working to slip off her panties. The black lace came away glistening with evidence of her desire, catching the dim glow of the car's interior light in a way that made her want to die of shame.

He dangled the fabric in front of her, his tone mocking as he drawled, "This desperate already? Don't worry, babe. I've got all night to give you what you need."

His words slammed into her like a punch, mortification threatening to make her scream. She lunged to snatch them back, but Kevin easily pinned her wrist with one hand.

"What's the rush?" He loomed closer, his gaze predatory and loaded with intent. "Been a whole week since I've had you. Still so damn tight."

As he spoke, he undid his belt with a swift motion, the metallic click of his zipper echoing in the confined space. Then she felt it—hard and scorching hot—pressing right against her entrance.

Rachel's body flinched on instinct, but before she could brace herself, Kevin surged forward, filling her in one unrelenting thrust.

"Ah—" A sharp cry escaped her lips before she could stop it. The sensation of being so utterly claimed wiped her mind blank.

Kevin's brow furrowed as he glanced down at her tense frame. His hand landed on her hip with a firm smack. "Relax," he ordered gruffly. "You're gripping me too damn tight." But there was no gentleness in his movements—each thrust was deep, ruthless, like he meant to unravel her piece by piece.

The tiny car interior felt suffocatingly intimate. Their ragged breaths and the raw sound of skin meeting skin wove together into a rhythm that would make anyone blush. Fog crept across the windows, shutting out the world beyond until it was just them—lost in this heated haze of indulgence.

Rachel clenched her jaw, fighting not to let any more sounds slip out. But every forceful push from Kevin shattered her control. Her hands gripped the seat for dear life, knuckles whitening from the effort as she felt pinned in place—not wanting to escape, even if she could.

"P-please… just finish…" Her plea came out broken, voice thick with unshed tears. But instead of mercy, it only seemed to fuel Kevin's hunger.

"Finish? Babe, we're just getting started." His low laugh vibrated against her ear before he dropped his voice into a wicked whisper. "We're screwing in this car right now. Anyone outside can see it rocking—they'll know exactly what's going down. How about we crack the door open? Let ‘em get a good look at how wild you are."

The suggestion hit like lightning. Pure panic seized Rachel, her entire frame shaking as she shook her head frantically. "No! Please don't…" Her voice cracked with desperation, tears threatening to spill over.

And yet, that fear only heightened everything. Her body reacted without permission, tightening around him even more. Kevin's expression darkened with raw excitement at the feeling.

"Saying no when you're squeezing me like this?" He drove into her harder, relishing the way she was falling apart beneath him. "Feels too good for you to keep pretending you're shy."

His words were poison—potent and destructive—eroding what little sanity she clung to. Rachel's mind spun with conflicting chaos: terror, surrender, need. All she could do was let herself be swept away by his relentless pace, crashing over the edge again and again.

Her climax hit fast and ferocious, wracking her body with violent shudders until thought itself dissolved. She had no idea what noises escaped her or how many times she peaked—just that every muscle felt drained, leaving her limp against the seat.

But Kevin wasn't done. Not even close. He kept going, pushing through until a guttural groan signaled his own release at last.

The air hung heavy with the aftermath of their passion. As Kevin slowly pulled away, his eyes lingered on her disheveled state with a flicker of satisfaction. Grabbing some tissues, he began cleaning up the mess on her skin with surprising care—a stark contrast to his earlier roughness.

"You okay?" he muttered under his breath. His tone still carried that casual nonchalance, but there was an unexpected softness in his gaze now.

Rachel didn't answer. She just leaned back against the seat with closed eyes, long lashes fluttering faintly as if still reeling from the storm of emotions they'd just weathered together.