Indecent Saint

Chapter 32

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"This is a Ferrari. What could we possibly do in here with the seats separated like this?" Anayah mocked him.

He glanced at her from the seat beside her, "A lot. You have no idea."

"Listen Zeik, I have to be home right now. If you aren't going to take me, I'll walk from here. I recognize this place anyway. Should have never agreed to ride with you." She started moving to the front seat to open the door to get out, when Zeik pulled her onto his laps.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and took in her sweet vanilla scent.

"What is the meaning of this?" Anayah gasped, "Let me go, Zeik. I'll surely tell Señor Castillo that you're harassing me." She made several movements in her attempt to get away which turned him on.

"You're not going to get away with this. Taking advantage of the fact that you're physically stronger than me, to keep me here by force. What do you want from me?! What at all do y-"

"Anayah! Sshhh..." He tightened his hold on her and whispered in her ear,

"Feel."

"What now?" She was confused.

"I want you to feel."

"What exactly?" She rolled her eyes, still trying to get up.

"I see in your eyes that you've been through a lot."

Anayah just scoffed, "Like that's even possible."

"I want you to let go, to feel the goodness of life and to see that not everyone is out to hurt you."

"Mr. Ferrari, I don't know you, you don't know me. Quit talking like you do and release me."

"I read people. In your eyes, I see everything I need to know."

Anayah had a devastated look on. She knew he had a degree in law and he studied psychology, making him suitable to run the law firm, but she didn't care about whatever he was telling her. She knew what she wanted in life. She didn't need him to tell her to "feel". Because all Anayah could feel at that moment was his erect member which drove her insane.

A part of her wanted to get out of there, but the other part of her wanted to continue feeling his erection. That was the part of her which kept moving, in order to provoke him to make a move.

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"Stop moving, Anayah, or..."

"Or what?" She smiled lopsidedly.

It was silent for a few seconds until she heard him groan against her ear and widened her eyes when he started unbuckling her belt and unzipping her shorts in less than twenty seconds.

Anayah had succeeded in provoking him.
He moved his lips to the side of her neck and sucked on it. He tightened his hold around her waist with his right hand and his left hand found it's way down her undies and he rubbed her with the same pace he sucked her.

Anayah moaned in pleasure. She couldn't get the feeling of him rubbing her the previous night, out of her system. There was a throbbing in her part which made her want to feel it again. She needed to feel it again.

She whined and grinded slowly on his erection, almost making him lose control of himself.
He pulled her shorts off and she threw it on the other seat and turned to face him, still straddling him as he moved a bit forward in the seat.

Pushing her hair out of her face, she unbuttoned his shirt without breaking eye contact, took it off and dropped it on the other seat; next to her shorts.