“Strange.”
Alarms instantly go off in my head. “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve never let anyone drive my car before.”
“Why not?”
“As I told you already, I don’t like having my things touched. That includes my vehicles. My clothes.” He turns on the GPS, then meets my gaze. “My bed.”
Biting my lower lip, I quickly look back at the road in front of us. I’ve been wearing Rafael’s clothes since I got here. In fact, he went to great lengths to make me wear nothing but his clothes for days after my arrival. And I’ve been sleeping in his bed all this time.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because, long ago, I lost everything I owned and had nothing left that was mine. Every single thing I have now, I fought through blood and sweat to possess, but I gave up a large chunk of my soul doing it.” The easy cadence of his words changes, and his tone shifts, taking on an edge. “I don’t share things I had to barter my soul for, Vasilisa.”
“But you shared them with me.”
“I did.” Crow’s-feet radiate from the corners of his playful eyes. “Because you’re mine, too.”
That’s such a chauvinistic line. But instead of raising my hackles, his possessiveness sends a pleasant warmth throughout my chest. His words leave me melting. God help me. I’m moments away from curling up at his side and purring like a happy little kitten.
“I’m not yours,” I mumble and turn onto the main road. “Blood loss is making you delusional.”
“Then, you will be.” Rafael opens the glove box and takes out a pack of cigarettes.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I gape at him.
“What?”
“Smoking can lead to a higher chance of you bleeding out and also affect the healing of the wound, that’s what.” I rip the pack out of his hand and throw it through the open window.
“You do realize that if I die, you’ll be free to return home, don’t you ?” He sets his warm palm on my thigh, right over the flesh made bare by the slit in my dress. “You know, I can vividly envision your beautiful promise of where the dogs will chew me up and shit out my remains. It’s probably the most intriguing death threat I’ve ever received.”
My fingers tighten on the wheel, and I keep my eyes firmly glued to the stretch of road beyond the windshield. He’s right. With him out of the picture, I’d be able to go free. The possibility never actually crossed my mind. Actually, the mere notion of something bad happening to him triggers a falling sensation in the pit of my stomach.
I step harder on the gas pedal.
His hand slides to my inner thigh, then drifts up. “Mmm . . . I had no idea there are such advantages to being the passenger.”
The tips of his fingers lightly graze over my panty-covered pussy.
“Rafael.” I suck in a shuddering breath. “I’m driving.”
“And you’re doing a great job.” With another gentle stroke, the force of his fingers intensifies. “How do you like the SUV?”
A tremor races down my spine, and I nearly swerve off the road, coming too close to the roadside barrier. “It feels like driving a tank. I prefer lower-riding cars.”
“Okay. I’ll order a sports convertible for you.”
“I don’t want you to buy me a car! Please, remove your hand.”
“No. I don’t think I will.”
His touch is getting bolder, the pressure firmer. Despite the flimsy lace keeping the skin-to-skin contact at bay, his deft fingers stroke inside my folds. The abrasiveness of the fabric on my sensitized skin only heightens my reaction. The navigation screen shows we’re less than five minutes from the estate. But there’s no way I’ll stay lucid that long if he continues his ministrations.
“I’m going to stop the car,” I pant.
“And let me bleed to death? I am feeling quite lightheaded all of a sudden.” With a swift move, he shoves the crotch of the panties to the side and slides his finger inside me. “You’re soaked, Vasilisa.”
I choke on my breath, almost losing control of the damn vehicle again. His thumb circles my clit, the sweet torment making me whimper. My nails sink into the leather of the wheel as I squeeze it harder. Zaps of electric current run through my nerve pathways as Rafael keeps up his persistent teasing of my tender flesh. A slow stroke in and out, followed by another more vigorous one. And then, he changes the angle of his wrist and pushes his finger deeper.
“We’re going to crash.” My inner muscles spasm. I’m going to go mad if he doesn’t stop what he’s doing. Or maybe if he does.
The property comes into view at the end of the road. I pull the remnants of my sanity and composure together, focusing all my concentration on the iron fixture as it slides too slowly out of the way. We’re going to hit the stupid thing. I lay on the horn like the lunatic I apparently am at the moment.
The Maserati careens through the gap, missing by mere inches both the structure and the shocked security guard holding the gate open. My core weeps with the sweetest agony while Rafael continues his relentless strokes, pulling his finger almost completely out, only to thrust it further inside.
By the time we reach the house, I’m so out of my mind that I’m barely aware of hitting the brakes. The jolting stop propels my body forward, impaling me onto Rafael’s finger. White stars explode in front of my eyes as I come all over his hand.
Air escapes my lungs in wheezing puffs. All I can do is maintain a death grip on the steering wheel as Rafael finally releases my pussy and starts unbuttoning his pants.
“Your driving skills are exceptional, vespetta,” he says and unclasps both of our seat belts. “Let’s see how you do with riding.”
Huge hands grab my waist, and, in the blink of an eye, I find myself straddling him, with a rock-hard cock teasing my entrance.
“You’re crazy,” I choke out as I sink down, taking him inside. “If you bleed out, it’ll be all your fault.”
Lust-filled eyes squint with mirth as Rafael plunges into me from below. “You’re going to be the death of me, Vasilisa. One way or another.”
