Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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His hand slides across the seat, between my thighs, and grips my seat firmly. This awakens a gleam in my eye. I find it exciting, to see her so close, yet still so far from my body. She could move at any moment. Angel could do whatever he wants to me. After all, I'm totally at his mercy. But for now, he commands calmly. What? I've no idea.
I can't take my eyes off that hand. I wait for it to move, eagerly. My nipples are already tingling with excitement, just thinking about it. All the things she could do. And as if that weren't enough, I feel a warm breath tickle my hair. I turn and meet his gaze. He's finished his order and is staring at me. He doesn't need to say a word. His gaze speaks for itself.
Just by looking at him, I can imagine all the degrading things he wants to do to me. I rest my head against the seat, resigned. I'm already wet, my breasts are sagging, my breathing is quickening... my body is already crying out for it. Just this one hand on the seat is enough to make me lose my mind. And there's nothing healthy about the desire rising inside me. I want to feel his hands on my body. I want his lips on mine, kissing my skin.
As he slides into me. This car is big enough, he could take me right here. No one will know! It'll be our little secret. Just us.
He moves closer and plunges into my neck.
"What the fuck are you doing to me, princess?"
His husky voice makes my pulse quicken.
"You're so beautiful like this."
Now he's staring at my lips with a gaze so intense it sends shivers down my spine. Fucking kiss them! That's what I'd like to yell at him, but I can't. The words rush through my head. The words tumble around in my mouth, unable to get out. Especially when I hear him moan against my skin, repeatedly. It's torture. I want him to touch me! And I start fidgeting again.
"Smetti di muoverti, principessa. Stai eccitando il tuo Dom..." (Stop moving, princess. You're exciting your Dom.)
I don't understand a word of it. But you don't need to. That gleam in his eye is much more telling. But, unfortunately, he turns away from me. To pick up his order. A large bag he receives.
"Thank you!"
Then he places it on my thighs and I have to restrain myself from screaming. Damn! One side is excruciatingly hot and the other is as cold as ice. He knows it! He's touched it. But the idea of torturing me must have been far too exquisite. And he doesn't even deign to glance at me.
"And... what sauce do you have?"
Then I feel his hand move. For real this time. It slowly caresses the inside of my thigh and I lose my mind.
"Hum. I'll have that, then!"
A second package is added to my thighs, but I hardly notice it. Nothing could be worse than seeing his fingers so close to my intimacy.
