I’m not shaking. But my body betrays me, heat pooling low, shameful and unstoppable. Flashes rip through my mind—his mouth crushing mine, teeth grazing my lip until I moan. His hands tearing my dress, rough palms sliding over bare skin, pinning me to the seat. His hips driving into mine, relentless, the leather squeaking under us, his voice growling filthy promises in my ear—beg for me, scream my name.
My thighs clench, shame burning my cheeks. I shake my head to banish the images, but they sharpen—his thrusts harder, deeper, my cries filling the car. His eyes burn into me, like he sees every dirty thought flickering in my mind. The corner of his mouth curves, a predator scenting prey.
“Adeline,” he says, voice low, intimate, wrapping my name in danger.
I snap, shoving his chest with bo
