Page 67 of Conjure

His shoulders lift and fall. “Maybe.” He looks at me again, stealing the breath from my lungs with his handsome face. “I want you to myself.”

My stomach flips as his fingers find my damp nape, tangling in my hair.

“Fuck the world.”

“Fuck the world?” My lips spread impossibly wide. I’ve never seen this side of Dominic before, and it’s like a drug. I want more.

“I don’t like sharing you with others.” He looks back at the road, drumming his thumb on the steering wheel. “Your friends… Demons… They can all fuck off.”

“How romantic.”

He laughs, and my world tilts on its axis at hearing the carefree sound. Fuck, he’s beautiful. Not only that, but he’s magnetic. I can’t look away. Have I ever heard Dominic laugh or seen him smile like this with a sparkle in his eyes?

I scoot closer and let my lips drift across his stubble until they brush against his ear. “I’m yours, Dom.”

He shivers, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours.”

“Fuck…” he breathes, and the loss of composure in that one word, delivered with a tremble in his deep baritone, sends an ache to my clit and makes me wonder about all the other ways I can make this beautiful man lose control.

My hand slips inside his shorts and I wrap my fingers around his hard cock, feeling it twitch in my grip. “If you ease up on the accelerator, I stop.”

His deep chuckle trails like honey over my skin as I stroke his silky length, swiping my thumb over the precum on his tip.

“Good boy,” I whisper.

“Call me that again,” he growls, “and I’ll fuck you while you cry.”

I work his dick until he squirms, trailing kisses over his neck, his hair tickling my cheek in the summer breeze. I’m intoxicated by his citrusy scent and tense muscles—the power I hold over him as he struggles for control.

“Faster, Dom.”

He presses down on the accelerator, and my heart speeds up with it.

“Your dick is perfect.” I drag my tongue through the salty sweat on his neck. “I love how big and veiny it is.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, twitching again in my hand. “You’re pushing it, Sis.”

We fly down the sunbaked country road. I glance at the speedometer, my heart threatening to burst from my chest. There’s something about danger and sex combined that’s both addictive and terrifying.

“This is wrong,” I admit, moving his shorts out of the way and staring down at his weeping length.

“Wrong?” He buries his fingers in my hair. “This is so fucking right.”

I lick my lips. “There’s a demon out there trying to kill us. Don’t you think this is wrong?”

My scalp prickles with pain as he applies pressure. I push back, not yet ready to give in.

“I’ll lose control of the truck if you don’t suck my dick, and we’ll die anyway.”

“Oh?” I laugh, breaking free and scooting out of reach.

The look he throws me could burn down a forest. My nipples harden in response. I wriggle out of my shorts and panties, then kick them off. “I thought you were in more control than that, Dom.”

“Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself,” he warns, gripping his dick and working himself.

“Eyes on the road, big boy. It would be a shame if you lost control of the truck before you fucked me senseless, right?”