He slipped his tongue into my mouth as he pushed me hard against his car, moving his hands down the side of my hips, down to my thighs, squeezing them as I gasped, heat pooling between my legs, my body burning with need for him.
His hands slid up my dress. He tugged on my thong, tearing it off completely as I moaned, and he began rubbing the wetness between my legs, rubbing my clit in a circular motion, not caring where we were.
"Fuck. You're so fucking wet, baby girl..." he growled, in a voice I didn't recognize. "Was this thong expensive?"
"A little," I whimpered breathlessly.
"Shame, baby girl. Because I'm going to ruin every single piece of lingerie you fucking own," he rasped, and I moaned again, feeling myself come apart with just the words that came out of his mouth.
"Not here," I said breathlessly. "Your place or mine?"
"Mine," he panted.
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His Captive: A Dark Mafia Romance
RomanceAmber is running from her abusive ex-boyfriend Agron, who holds a chokehold over her life. One night's fate crashes her into the path of Lorenzo Salvatore. He's sexy, mysterious, and on top of all... he's dangerous. Turning the life she once knew up...
