CHAPTER 79.
DAISY'S POINT OF VIEW
The last of his restraint snapped, and his hands slid up my jeans skirt, tugging at my panties.
One of his fingers rubbed my c**t, and he smiled. “Already wet for me, isn't it?”
Next, his hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing firmly and lifting my face up.
I kissed him desperately, pouring every ounce of pain and need into it.
My fingers tangled in his hair, slowly pulling me closer.
My elbow hit the steering wheel as I worked frantically at his jeans, trying to open it as fast as I could.
I want him—I need him right now.
“Slow down…” His voice forced me to halt; it fell as a command to my ears. Then he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the dashboard with one hand. “I'm in charge here… Dove.”
He slid back his finger in and started to circ
