Lilith's POV
"Closer."
His hand lands on my thigh, firm but not heavy, pinning me in place. He pulls me in, my back flush against his chest.
The contact makes me rigid, my skin heating where we touch, the warmth spreading from my waist to every nerve. I squirm lightly.
"Don't move." His voice is ice-cold.
"I... I want to get off..." My words tremble.
His hand clamps my thigh, the sudden pinch making me gasp.
"You seemed pretty happy sitting on Jarek's lap," he sneers, breath hot against my ear. "Or is mine not good enough for you?"
I stare, shocked, meeting his mocking gaze.
How does he know that?
Then his fingers brush my waist, lingering, stroking, teasing.
I freeze, too scared to move, terrified he'll do something worse.
Just at this moment. My phone buzzes on the seat bes
