Chapter 12 No Running Away Again
(Warning: SPG content, Read at your own risk)
KARA’S POV
I barely have time to steady my breathing when it happens.
Strong arms wrap around me from behind, sudden and firm, and pulling me back before I can even gasp. My breath catches in my throat, shock freezing me in place as my back presses against a solid chest.
“Hey—” I start, but the word dies on my lips.
Because my heart recognizes him before my mind does.
The warmth...
The familiar weight of his hands...
The way my body reacts before I can stop it...
“Running away now?” his voice murmurs close to my ear, low and unmistakable.
I close my eyes.
“Sir—” My voice trembles, not with fear, but with everything I’m trying not to feel.
His grip loosens just enough for me to turn, and there he is, standing too close in the dim light of the garden beside the garage. Shadows carve his features sharper, darker, and his eyes glinting with something dangerous and unreadable.
“You left,” he says softly, but there’s an edge beneath it. “No goodbye.”
“I needed air,” I whisper. “This isn’t... this is wrong.”
His hand finds my waist anyway, fingers firm, possessive, and sending a spark straight through me. Heat blooms instantly, traitorous and intense, pooling low in my stomach.
“Is it?” he asks, stepping closer until my back hits the cool wall of the garden.
There’s nowhere to go.
The darkness swallows us whole as he leans in, his mouth crashing against mine, hungry and unrestrained. The kiss steals the rest of my thoughts, as his lips are demanding, and his presence is overwhelming.
I should have push him away, but I didn't.
My hands clutch at his jacket instead, breath breaking as my body betrays every warning my mind throws at me.
“Kara,” he breathes against my lips. “You feel this too.”
I do.
And that’s what terrifies me.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his forehead resting against mine, and eyes dark and burning.
“Are you trying to run?” he whispers, voice husky and almost teasing.
I can’t look away. I don’t know how to.
“P-Please…” The word slips out, broken and unsure, a plea that I don’t even fully understand myself.
Before I can gather the courage to step back, he moves. One arm slides behind my knees, the other around my back, lifting me effortlessly off the ground.
“Hey—” I gasp, instinctively clutching his shoulders.
“Relax,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”
The world tilts as he carries me toward his car as the garage's lights flickers softly above us. He opens the door and sets me down gently inside, his hands lingering just a second too long before he steps back.
The door closes.
And as I sit there, heart racing, breath uneven, and one thought echoes louder than all the rest.
I didn’t stop him and I’m not sure I wanted to.
The door clicks shut, sealing us in this confined space that feels both too small and infinitely vast. The leather seat creaks under me as I shift, my pulse thundering in my ears. He's still outside, silhouetted against the garage lights, watching me through the window with that piercing gaze. My fingers tremble on the door handle, but I don't pull it.
Because I can't.
He rounds the car and slides into the driver's seat, the engine rumbling to life beneath us like a shared heartbeat. The air inside thickens, charged with unspoken tension. His scent is musk and something darker, more primal, and fills the space, making my head spin.
“Sir,” I whisper again, the title slipping out like a habit I can't break, even as everything inside me screams to use his name.
He doesn't respond with words. Instead, his hand reaches across the console, cupping my jaw, and thumb brushing my lower lip. The touch ignites me, a spark that races down my spine. I lean into it despite myself, as my eyes are fluttering shut.
“You're shaking,” he murmurs, voice rough like gravel. “Tell me to stop, Kara. Say it now.”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. The plea dies, replaced by a soft, needy whimper that betrays me completely.
His eyes darken and satisfaction flickering there. He leans over, capturing my mouth again, this kiss is deeper, and more insistent. His tongue pushes past my lips, tasting me, claiming me. I melt into it, hands fisting in his shirt as heat surges through my veins.
We break apart only when breathing becomes impossible. His forehead presses to mine, breaths mingling hot and fast.
“That's what I thought.”
Before I can protest or beg, he's moving again. The seatbelt clicks free on my side, and he hauls me across the console onto his lap, my legs straddling his thighs in the tight space. The steering wheel digs into my back, but I barely notice. All I feel is him. He's hard and unyielding beneath me, and his erection pressing up against my core through our clothes.
“Fuck,” I gasp, grinding down instinctively as friction sends jolts of pleasure through me.
He groans, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” His fingers dig into my ass, pulling me closer, rocking me against him.
He raises my dress exposing my panties as my clit just right, building that ache into something desperate.
I clutch his shoulders, nails biting into fabric, as his mouth finds my neck. He sucks hard, teeth grazing skin, marking me in a way that feels both thrilling and terrifying.
This is wrong, so wrong... but my body doesn't care. It arches into him, craving more.
“Take this off,” he demands, tugging at my shirt. His voice is a low growl, laced with urgency.
My hands shake as I obey, peeling the fabric over my head. Cool air hits my skin, pebbling my nipples beneath my thin bra. He doesn't wait, unhooks it with one hand, tossing it aside. His mouth descends immediately, latching onto one breast, tongue swirling around the hardened peak.
“Oh god,” I moan, head falling back against the window.
Pleasure shoots straight to my pussy, making me wetter and needier. I rock harder against his bulge, feeling it throb in response.
He switches to the other nipple, sucking harder, while his free hand slides down, unbuttoning my jeans.
“I need to feel you,” he rasps against my skin. “All of you.”
I lift my hips to help, shimmying out of the denim as best I can in this awkward position. It pools at my knees, leaving me exposed in just my panties. His fingers trace the damp fabric, pressing against my folds.
“So fucking wet for me already.”
A flush creeps up my chest, but his touch circling my clit through the thin barrier chases away any shame.
“Please... don't stop.” I buck into his hand, whimpering.
He hooks his fingers in the waistband and yanks them down, freeing me completely. Now it's his turn. I fumble with his belt, zipper, heart pounding as I free his cock. It's thick, veined, and the head is already slick with pre-cum. My mouth waters at the sight, but he doesn't give me time to explore.
“Ride me,” he commands, guiding my hips up. The tip nudges my entrance, teasing, stretching me just enough to make me ache for more.
I sink down slowly, inch by inch, gasping at the fullness. He's big filling me completely. The stretch borders on pain, but it's the good kind, the kind that makes my toes curl.
“That's it,” he praises, hands on my ass, urging me deeper. “Take every bit of my cock.”
I bottom out with a cry as my pussy clenching around him. We still for a moment, both of us breathing raggedly, adjusting to the intensity. Then I start to move, rising and falling as the car rocking slightly with each thrust.
His head falls back against the seat, eyes half-lidded as he watches me.
“Ahhhhh... Fuck, Kara, you feel perfect. So tight, so hot.”
I brace my hands on his chest, picking up speed, chasing that building pressure. His hands roam, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, then sliding down to where we're joined. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing in firm circles that make stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Sir— I— ” Words fail me as pleasure coils tighter, my walls fluttering around his length.
“Come for me,” he orders, thrusting up to meet me, hitting that spot deep inside. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
It's too much.
"Ahhhh.... Urggghhh!"
The command, the friction, and the forbidden thrill of it all. I shatter, crying out as orgasm crashes over me, pussy pulsing, and milking him. Waves of ecstasy ripple through me, leaving me trembling in his arms.
He doesn't stop.
He grips my hips tighter, pounding up into me through my aftershocks.
“Not done yet,” he grits out. Sweat beads on his forehead and muscles straining.
I ride him harder, chasing his release now, wanting to feel him lose control. His breaths turn to groans and fingers digging into my flesh.
“Urggghhhh... Ahhhh...Gonna cum inside you,” he warns, voice breaking.
“Fuck, do it,” I beg, the words tumbling out unbidden. “Ahhhh... Fill me up.”
With a guttural roar, he does. Thrusting deep one last time, cock twitching as he spills hot cum into me. The sensation pushes me over the edge again, a smaller climax rippling through, drawing out his pleasure.
We collapse together both panting as our bodies are slick and spent. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as the world outside fades. In this moment, the conflict quiets, and replaced by a dangerous warmth.
But as reality creeps back in, the garage lights, the shadows, the weight of what we've done, the terror returns.
What now?
He tilts my chin up and eyes searching mine.
“No running this time.”
I nod, even as doubt swirls. But for now, I stay. Wrapped in him, in us, in this reckless heat that might just burn us both.