Rae's POV
His threat still hung in the air, raw and electric. I should've stopped. I didn't.
Instead, I let my hand drift higher, fingertips brushing the hard ridge straining against his jeans. A single, deliberate stroke. His sharp inhale filled the car.
"Rae," he growled, warning thick in his voice.
I smiled, slow and wicked, and traced the outline of him again, pressing just hard enough to feel him throb. "Yes, Daddy?"
That did it.
He jerked the wheel, tires humming as he pulled off the main road and into a quiet, tree-lined side street.
The second the car rolled to a stop beneath the heavy shade of an oak, he killed the engine and turned to me eyes dark with hunger.
"You want to play naughty?" His voice was velvet and danger. "Let's play."
Before I could answer, his mouth cra
