Chapter 70 An arrogant father
“No,” he growled, “keep that leg up.”
I paused, my leg halfway off the dashboard.
His eyes burned, “Move it to the far right. I want to see your pussy.”
“What?” I glanced out the windshield to line the cars ahead of us. We were at Sunset Boulevard now, and the cars were slowing down again, moving at snail's pace.
“Don’t get all shy now.” He drummed his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. “Go on, I want to watch you touch yourself.”
My walls contracted.
I jerked my head to the window, a desperate attempt to hide my burning cheeks. I had no idea what madness had taken over me a second ago… but.
He reached out and caressed my knee.
“Hale,” I whispered, unable to meet his eyes. I was beginning to moisten below.
“Don’t make me pull up this remote, fairy.” That velvet baritone filled the car, smooth, hypnotizing.
My eyes closed briefly as I bunched my fists in my lap. “Have I told you how annoying you can be, Mr Mayor?”
I opened my eyes again. He flashed me a wide grin. “A dozen times if you have said it at all.” His voice hardened. “Do it.”
“No.”
“No?” His eyebrows jumped. “That’s not your safe word.”
His voice maintained that velvet smoothness, the deep kind that sang lullabies to babies. I was not deluded though. Hale could be just as punishing and savage as the dragon, but that, however, did not stop me from repeating.
“No.”
He stole my breath away then.
Literally.
I forgot how to breathe as my hips jerked against the seatbelt. The vibration in my body made the world around me blur.
It hurt. It hurt so good.
I begged him to turn it off as my vagina walls thrummed, and my underwear clung to me, damp.
But Hale ignored all of this, weaving through traffic with that nonchalant one-hand-driving, eyes pinned on the road as the sunset framed his profile. Damn him. The man had a jawline that would make Zeus jealous.
My back arched against the leather seat, panting, unintentionally repeating the word they seemed to love so much, “Fuck, fuck.”
He glanced at me then, with a dark smirk.
When he opened his mouth, dirty words came flying like arrows, fueling my torture.
I prefer this, actually. Making you touch yourself wouldn't have been as humiliating.
Look at you, fairy. Begging to be fucked, rubbing that cunt all over your mayor’s seat in the center of Hollywood traffic.
What would that arrogant father of yours say if he could see you right now? His proper princess, crying for my cock.
I cried out as I arched on the seat, gasping, because that was all I could do.
The vibrations incapacitated me.
Jolts of current, unbelievably intense snaked up my walls, delicious sensations that made me clamp my thighs together, shamelessly hump the seat.
And then it stopped.
I collapsed against the seat, whimpering incoherently.
When I finally opened my eyes, he was watching me, his eyes bright and adoring.
“That will not save you from me.” I leaned forward to pick my purse off the car floor.
“We’ll get into an accident if you turn that on,” he said in alarm.
“Oh, rest assured…” I placed the purse on my lap. “I’m not so foolish. There’s also that thing Draki said back home. What is the fun in making you suffer without an audience?”
I stared in my compact mirror as I fixed my makeup with handy wipes from my purse.
Hush fell in the car, and when I turned to him, he was watching me instead of concentrating on the road.
And when our eyes locked, I was again reminded why, with him, I had chosen reckless love in the past.
He glanced back at the road and swallowed hard.
“When we first brought you home, I worried that you were pretending, and wondered why. Why you were so quiet, obedient, and never talked back."
“That’s mostly my personality,” I said quietly.
“I was heading there, sweetheart.” He turned to me with a smile, and I could not help smiling back.
“I realize now that you’re this way only with me. I bring out this side of you. And…” his hand tightened around the steering wheel.
“And now I cherish this side of you. I feel fiercely possessive of it. I never want anyone to experience this side of you.”
“That means we may never consummate.” I leaned over the console till my nose was an inch away from his cheek.
He grabbed my hand and raised it to his lips, kissing the back of it over and over as he turned into my parents’ street.
“It wouldn’t matter. Sex or not, I suspect I will always be able to get under your skin.”
He pressed his teeth playfully against my wrist. I giggled at the ticklishness and pulled away.
“You are a very polarizing man,” I said more to myself, clasping my purse close.
How could a man be so sweet, attentive, and gentle, but at the same time, a mischievous devil?
He really was the sweetest man alive, but goddess, he was annoying.
I heard his chuckle as he slowed the car to a cruising speed, and realized he was listening in on my thoughts again.
Our chief security, Tim, waved our car up the driveway and turned to the other cars behind us.
Hale followed the long line of cars in front of us and finally stepped on the brakes.
And as he untucked his seatbelt, he turned to me, desire in his eyes.
This was a mess.
It was bad enough that I found myself with just one man yet again, but we were right in my parents' house.
His lips came down on mine, and all my protests quieted.
His lips were soft, slowly caressing mine open. He kissed with the patience the other two lacked, and when his tongue slipped through my lips, I moaned low in my throat.
His hand traced from my neck down to my belly.
“What you said earlier,” he whispered against my lips, “Are you sure, is that what you really want?”
My thighs quivered to the sensation of his tongue dancing around mine, pulling it into a tango, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as my nipples hardened.
Finally, I pulled away. “I did.”
He gave me a long look, and then got out of the car.
I hastily fixed my lipstick as he walked around to open my door. “Thank you.”
He took my hand in his, helped me climb down from his car, and then closed the door behind us.
I spotted Dad immediately, standing by the porch and in deep conversation with the chief Gammas of Silvertooth pack, Alyssa Merryway, and her husband, who was also the president’s secretary.
Mom stood beside him, the dutiful housewife, smiling politely in yet another outrageously expensive outfit.
They turned around as we drew closer, and dissatisfaction crossed Dad’s face immediately.
Hale might be the mayor, important and wealthy. But Dad couldn't care less, not when the plan has always been the president's very own son.
“Lys.”
I glanced back to find Celeste stepping out of her Mercedes-Benz E-Class. In the setting sun, her dark skin shone, ethereal, like a goddess.
She hurried forward, keen eyes darting between Hale and me.
“I had no idea you knew the Mayor.” She tipped her head respectfully at him, and then looked back to his car, which one of our chauffeurs was driving away to the garage now. “I mean, to arrive in his car and all.”
I squeezed Hale’s hand before he could speak. “We’re old friends.”