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Bet

“I want to hit first, second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth all at the same time while remaining neutral. Staying in gear has never been my strong suit; always been a sucker for reverse when it comes to him.”

—Red

“H ey,”I bust out through the kitchen, having not seen each other in a few weeks.

“What are you doing here?” Ivy’s tone is somber, making it clear I’m once again intruding and unwelcome.

“Jezzum, can’t I just miss my best friend?” I snap at her. Fall back bitch.

Remember who the fuck you’re talking to.

“I mean, sure you can, but let’s not pretend that’s what this is?”

“I could say the same. By the way, how is Liam?” My passive aggressiveness merely a brazen attempt to shut her out.

“Amazing, and T? Care to explain?” Her words smug, like poison to my brain. God, never have I ever been so over someone. It’s sad we are here again, but I do like her better when she finds her voice. It’s kind of cute in like a pet rabbit kind of way.

Good girl, Ivy. Fire back, find your voice, get fucking pissed please. Please get mad.

“The car arrives tonight,” I tease her, hoping it will make her snap at the knowledge that I bought him his dream car and not her.

“So, the finances disclosed to me last week.” Her breath hitches like she is contemplating something. A fire in her eyes appears as if she is filled with rage, yet she remains composed for a reason I know she wants to say but doesn’t. Is my best friend hiding something from me?

“I’m assuming the delivery is taking place soon?” she says instead.

“Tonight,” I giddily taunt.

“Which leads me to believe tonight you will be seeing him ?”

“Ivy, I’ve never wanted to hurt you but fuck, I love him. I am not afraid of what it means to choose him, a choice I know you will never allow me to make. So what if I have him tonight or other nights? Is it really that harmful? You have Liam. Don’t I deserve the same? You chose Liam, I fucking chose Tayden. Final .

“Exactly, and you should have respected that and stopped bringing him into our lives.” Her tone growing angrier, grasping a pause before she shreds into me.

“It’s not that simple, Red. What you fail to realize is that your actions affect everyone. Choosing Tayden fucks us all. It keeps him not only in your life but mine as well. Fuck, Red, you act like we have the ability to say no to him. We weren’t able to back then, and we damn sure can’t even now. This is going to end badly for all four of us— Fuck. ”

“I’m not giving him up, Ivy. I can’t. No matter what it costs myself or anyone else. I love him. I am in love with him, and I won’t apologize for how I feel. There is no world where he is not in my life.”

“I know, and I’ve always known that. Honestly, go out, have fun, just make me a promise.” Her intensity turning to defeat far too quickly leaving me confused. This win suddenly does not feel as good as I thought it would.

“Depends”rolls off my lips, my arms crossed, my defenses up.

“Meet me back here so we can figure everything out between us. I really don’t want to lose you.”

“Of course, thanks, Ives. I’ll meet you back here after.” Her sadness makes winning not taste so sweet this time. So, I play into her request. It’s not for a lack of love for her that I am the way I am. I love her more than myself at times, but fuck, I love him too.

“Don’t thank me yet.”

Commissioning his car would usually take a couple years. Luckily, being connected to Tayden pays off in more than just mind-bending orgasms. Disclosing for whom the car was for carries an even heavier weight. Money has a lot of downfalls, but at times like this, it has its perks. Contrary to belief, I’ve never been much of a name slinger because I’ve never really had to; being known can be exhausting, but there are always those times when you are reminded of the weight that your name truly carries. The dopamine that transcends through you is exhilarating. The combination of his and mine, and I’m fucking drenched like the pavement on the other side of the dam. Ha, lies, all lies. I commissioned it two years ago, shortly after a text conversation between us. I have zero fucking idea why I’ve always wanted to buy him his dream car, but I have. You’d think someone as rich as he is would have done it by now, but lucky me, he hasn’t. These past two years waiting for this has been hell. I had originally planned to have it shipped to him in Dallas. He would assume he was taking in a new car for the dealership or a client. Nonetheless it being his dream car, I knew one hundred percent he would have been the one to handle the transaction and paperwork. Little would he know, he’d find his name above the owner line. As fate would have it unbeknownst to me, he’d be living less than twenty minutes from me by the time the car was ready. I swear God really did paint us together since the beginning of time. I bet we ruled fucking kingdoms together in our past lives. The genius part of the entire scheme was truly just fitting in a new delivery plan, and lucky for me, the Formula One race was the perfect place to make a bet that, even if he won, would remain so far out of reach. Then bam, the car appears, and he thinks I can move mountains. It’s a win-win, regardless of how it happens. Fuck, I’m so devilishly smart. It has to be a mental illness, at the very least, illegal. The icing on the cake; he’s going to think the car is the big prize, but with what I have planned for tonight, the car will simply be an aftershock to what’s about to play out. His mind will be fucked, begging for his own release, and begging is exactly what I’m going to make him do. You don’t spend over a million dollars on a car for a quick transaction. No, I’m going to milk it for all it fucking is. I plan to fully take advantage of the power in which these keys in my hand possess.

“I’m going to finish getting ready, then head out; talk later?”

“Yeah, for sure. I really hope you have a great time.”Her tone is sincere, but something in my gut tells me she’s not as okay with this as she’s playing it off. Oh well, not my fucking problem because tonight, it’s all about Tayden and I, and quite possibly the ride of both our lives. Hopefully, it’s not our last, and whatever Ivy wants to talk about tonight will grant me freedom and allow me to finally break the pact and ask the question we’ve all wanted to ask one time or another but haven’t.

Choose me, pick me, love me, claim me.

Red: Hey, handsome, have you left the office yet?

Tayden: Left about 30 minutes ago. I’m headed to get Laila. Everything ok?

Red: Oh shit, it’s Thursday. You have her tonight.

Tayden: Yes and no. I’m taking her for ice cream, and then she has to go to a birthday party at her cousin’s, so I’m dropping her off with her mom afterward.

Red: So, you will be free in say, 2 hours? Say 7?

Tayden: What do you have planned?

Red: It’s a surprise. I’m heading to your office now. No peeking at the footage on your phone, or I’ll have Robert take the system down completely.

Tayden: You can’t take down the system, little flame.

Red: I can do anything I want. Don’t ever forget that. Plus, Robert is there. Now, be a good boy and follow my directions, and I promise it will be worth it.

Tayden: Seven can’t come soon enough but take the system down, and I promise I will fuck you so hard your cries will fall on deaf ears.

Red: Yeah, okay, I’m shaking in my heels. Don’t forget who you’re talking to. I fucking love promises laced with pleasure!

Tayden: I believe I outrank you, little flame.

Red: Mistaking me for Ivy—wrong move. In the vault, 7 P.M. sharp, sir. Don’t be a minute late or a second early.

Tayden: I gotta go.

Red: NO PEEKING. Wear a suit.

Whew, now to execute the plan.

“First, it never looked so good.”

—Tayden

The notification on my phone dings, alerting me that the security system has been disabled. I told her not to fucking do that. She’s never been good at following directions unless my cock is in her. Coincidentally, her disobedience makes my dick hard. Reaching in my pocket, I pull out my phone as it vibrates.

“Hey Robert, care to explain?”

Robert has worked for me since the beginning. I relocated him here from Dallas because I needed someone I could trust with my life, which my business is. I know he’s going to be honest with what’s happening at the dealership without any bullshit. When you are housing a quarter billion dollar worth of cars in one place, lack of security is a major fucking issue. With him there, my worries tend to dissipate. There’s nobody in the world I trust more than him. I swear that woman is capable of talking anyone into anything . I just hope whatever she has roped Robert into, he isn’t allowing her to cloud his judgment. She has a way of doing that with men.

“Sorry, boss, that’s a no-go, but what I can tell you is I’ve added personal security at all exits and on the roof, while our system is down.” His answer doing nothing for my anxiety.

“Armed?”

“Always, are we ever not?”

“I swear that woman is going to be the death of me,” I sigh.

“I think tonight you are clear of that, sir. Anything else?”

“No, Robert, thanks. See you in the morning.”

“You’re welcome. Goodnight, sir—oh sir?”

“Yes?”

“Congrats, she’s beautiful.”

Before I can respond, the phone line goes dead. I’m extremely confused. Who is she? Little flame? And what does Robert know?

Pulling off West Bailey Street, I follow the road down to our underground garage, entering my code.

36-63-363-636. Releasing a breath, I feel so fucking anxious as I wait for the doors to fully open. I creep in just enough for the gate to shut, signaling the lights to turn on. One by one, row by row, they flash on, my heartbeat rising with the illumination of each row as I creep further in, waiting for something to present itself. Someone. Her. Row twenty flashes, and there she is. Fuck. I can’t quite make out everything. Her silhouette glistens in the shadows making my dick happy to be here. Goddamn, she’s naked, with a large red bow resting across her breasts hiding them from me. There’s no fucking way. Releasing the clutch while slowly pressing the gas, I work my way to her at a snail’s pace riding first. Stopping directly in front of her, my headlights illuminate her soft, perfectly olive skin, revealing one of my childhood dreams resting behind my first—her and the other her . Rosaline. I’m not sure which turns me on more, her or the fucking car, but the combination of the two is certainly doing it for me. Turning the car off, I adjust my dick through my pants, stepping out. Latching my blazer in the middle, my hands find warmth in my pockets as I round the door, leaving it open, stopping to take in all my view has to offer . Goddamn, little flame.

“ Oak green metallic?” I question assertively as if I’m the buyer and she’s the saleswoman.

“That’s what the invoice says,” she boasts, a grin so wide across her face. Her confidence making it hard not to break character.

Her eyes lock me in as my feet shuffle towards her like she has a magnetic pull on me. When I’m around her, I lose all control of my own motions. Reaching her, my eyes trail down her legs, examining exactly where the red of the heels break right at the side of her ankle. My hand brushes up her thigh, light as a feather making her skin quiver beneath my palm, goosebumps arising as my fingers trail off.

“Cognac interior with devia-?” My breath lighter than before. She breaks her silence, the vibrations relinquishing from her throat, overpowering me as she cuts me off.

“Deviated green stitching with carbon and magnesium accents. Also, I must add,” she pauses, her eyes finding mine with sarcasm on her tongue, “a removable steering wheel.” Sexual desire alive and well in her physique, her fingers grasping my tie, deviously straightening it.

“They don’t do that?”

“They do for me; anything else, sir?” she gloats, her head whipping toward me, taunting me as I watch her tongue slide across her lips, tracing the beautiful red lines painted on them. I lace my fingers through her hair, my grasp forcefully pulling her head back, exposing her neck to my lips as my words brush across her skin.

“These cars take a minimum of two years to commission. We made that bet weeks ago.”

“They must really like me then, huh?” She toys with me, a chuckle escaping her, and I can’t help but smile. I don’t know how she did this. Yes, she has pull, but even I couldn’t pull this off, and I move some pretty unmanageable fucking mountains every day.

“Seriously, how?” I demand.

“I give great head.”

Wrong fucking answer.

“You’ll pay for that later, little flame,” I bite, releasing her head from my grip forcefully.

“Oh, I’m fucking betting on it.” The sound of her heels clicking against the concrete floor with each step as she makes her way towards the back of the car, her fingers gliding across the paint, her eyes transferring back and forth between the car and myself.

I watch on, unable to maintain a constant connection with hers, losing focus as they drift down the curve of her back. I’ve always loved the curve of a woman’s back, but hers is like none I’ve ever seen; maybe because I find everything about her body sexier than any other woman. It has character; It’s deep and strong, the indent a procession leading me down, ending at her perfectly plump ass, firm enough to please, yet natural in its bounce. My dick twitches as her ass recoils with each step. Making her way around the rear end of the car, reaching the driver’s side door, she pauses her motions, halting completely. Her hand slides behind her, reaching between her shoulder blades, and within seconds, the bow covering her tits drops to the floor. I breathe her in momentarily, nothing but our breaths circulating around us—if I’m even fucking breathing. I’m not even sure I exist as I drink in all this woman is. Opening the door, she begins her demands, and in an instant, I am pulled from all the vile thoughts of all I want to do to her. Snapping me back into our reality.

“You were in control last time; get in.” Her tone sinister, her body relaxed, in her zone, and I am her fucking prisoner.Fuck, I’d love nothing more than to bend her over this car and fuck her right now, but something tells me she has other plans, and I’m pining to fucking experience every fucking second of it. I do as she asks, my shoulder brushing against hers as I pass behind her, positioning myself in the driver’s seat. I never knew there could be a moment in time where I would probably do anything requested of me just to get a little relief, but here I am at her fucking disposal, weak, my cock fucking famished. I look around the car, my hand running across all the accents, my knuckles gliding onto the wheel, grasping tighter and tighter until I’m white-knuckling it and I’m going 130 down the road, childhood me looking back at me smiling from the passenger seat, nothing but the wind and the open road. Instantaneously, I’m snapped from my thoughts, as the seat slides back aggressively, zoning in on her, my view causing the entire car to melt away piece by piece. Her blonde hair lays just off her shoulder, the ends falling somewhere behind her back, her tits firm and awake with nothing but the air encasing them. The vault temperatures make them sharp and eager to be touched. She holds her position bent over in front of me. Her ass to my left, just right outside the door, when she reaches over to the passenger seat, grabbing something—a set of keys dangling from her perfectly manicured red nails in front of me.

“You’re going to need these, and you’ll know exactly when.”

I reach in to kiss her as I take the keys, but she shoves me into the back of the seat, denying me all I need and crave of her.

“My turn, remember?” she reiterates, her devilish chuckle filling the car.

Fuck me, little flame.

Grabbing my hands, she places them behind my head before turning to the wheel. Releasing it from the dash, she tosses it onto the passenger floorboard.

“Mmmmmm,” I snarl at the view of her ass in front of me.

Sliding one leg across, she straddles me, her hands sliding up my chest, straightening my tie, securing it at my collar, using it as leverage to pull me into her. Her lips crash into mine, the scent of her filling me, her lips that of mango and lemonade, reminding me of shaved ice on a hot summer day, and I can’t wait to drink every last drop of syrup from the bottom.

“Have you been a good little flame keeper?” she questions me.

“Yes, little flame.”

“Are you sure?”

“One thousand percent, unless I’m missing something.”

“Good fucking boy.”

Shoving me back into the seat, releasing her hold on me, her left heel creeps over the center console, landing on the passenger side floorboard as the other finds a home between my knees on the driver’s side. Flipping her hair back, her hands run through her strands, securing them behind her shoulders as a grin appears across her face. I take her curves in.

“Dios, estoy tan jodido.”

“God, I am so fucked .”

Her legs spread so graciously, exposing that pretty pussy to me. Reaching up quickly, I try making a move, sliding my fingers through her folds, teasing her clit. Fuck, she is already as wet as the sea that Moses parted. Her pussy; the quench to my thirst, the serenity to my ache. Fuck I want to part those beautiful lips around my cock forcing myself deep within her. She slaps my hand away just as quickly as it arrives. Momentarily, I’m confused by her actions until she does what I never knew could be the sexiest thing a woman could ever do.

“Your eyes, not your hands,” she bites, her thighs slowly lowering her body downwards, her lips meeting with the arch of the shifter. Sucking a deep breath in between my lips, a pit forms in my stomach like a million tidal waves crashing in all different angles directing the undercurrent, shooting it to my cock as I watch on. The blood viciously rages. My pants are merely a torture device straining the throb.

My little flame continues to lower herself down until the shifter completely disappears, being swallowed up by her in whole. A soft moan releases from her, again and again, as she gently begins sliding up and down, the warmth of her taking in the chill of it as she once did me.

“Maldita sea. ”

“Goddamn.”

My fist connects with my mouth, my teeth biting down, almost breaking the skin in an effort to contain myself from breaking her rule.

Eyes, not your hands, Mr. Bergess.

Fuck me, new kink completely unlocked, obliterating all that laid the path before it. Her hand slides up her velvety skin, grabbing onto her breast, threading her nipple through her fingers, gently tugging, and ravaging it. As her body continuously slides up and down the shifter as her other hand swirls her clit. Her eyes lock onto mine, fucking taunting me mercilessly. She intoxicates me completely. Everything about her is poisonous, and I’ve never wanted a dose more desperately than I do right now, watching her in this moment.

Take me, end me, kill me. I don’t give a fuck.

Her motions begin to pick up speed. Unzipping my pants, I attempt to alleviate the agitation throbbing between my thighs. Just as my hand reaches to grasp it, she stops in a downward motion, her body freezing as if she herself is a weapon to be used against me.

“I said eyes, not your fucking hands, you know what to do,”

I can’t touch her; I can’t touch myself. Her torture is working well. If going mad was a possibility for a completely sane person, I’d meet the criteria to be locked away, and if I don’t find release soon, I may lose my mind for good. It hits me exactly what she means, her words spoken earlier being the key to the riddle before me. Literally the key.

You’re going to need these.

“Jesús puto cristo, Amor. Mi pequena llama salvaje.”

“Jesus fucking christ, Amor. My savage little flame.”

My dick exposed from my pants, I lean forward, placing the key in the ignition. My foot pushing in the clutch as I turn the key over, her purrs like beautiful shockwaves. I watch as seven hundred horsepower hits my little flame’s gem all at once. A moan squeals from her as the vibrations awaken her thoroughly. Her hands frantically weave through her hair, pulling, grasping what she can. I watch as she rides her climax higher and higher, her legs shaking as they bear the entirety of her weight. I can’t help but imagine how much fun I could stir up right now while maintaining her rules set in place. A grin brandishes my face at the thought, and there is no turning back.

“ Abróchate el cinturón, pequena llama. ”

“Buckle up, little flame.”

Pressing on the gas, I raise the RPMs slowly, her body instantaneously reacting to the increase of vibrations, bringing me great satisfaction. If I can’t physically take her to her climax, I swear to fucking god I will still be the reason she fucking comes.

“Goddamn, I—I can’t,” whimpers out of her mouth, her teeth chattering through her words.

“You can and you will, little flame,” I grunt, pressing the pedal in further. The RPMs hitting six thousand, climbing to seven before capping at nine thousand. I hold it, momentarily tormenting her in great pleasure before releasing the pedal, taking it all away in a second, taunting her. Before she can react, I open the throttle, her gem experiencing an earthquake only I can ever give her. One which she craved but wasn’t ready for. Her climax is about to hit. I can tell by the pitch of her sweet moans as they raise an octave, matching her thrusts beat for beat, her pussy fucking the shit out of the leather.

“ Dilo bebe dilo. ”

“Say it baby, say it.”

“I’m going to fucking come,” rolls off her breathless moans.

There it is, just like fucking clockwork every time.

“You like the way that leather fucks you, little flame?”

“Yes.” Her words a mere whimper.

“ I said , do you fucking like the way the leather fucks your sweet little pussy, little flame.”

“Yes, I fucking like it,” roars from the depth of her chest.

There she is; there’s the fire I know that burns inside of her.

“Good girl, little flame. Ride it out, stroke for stroke. I want to see your sin escape you.”

I have never been more jealous of an inanimate object in my entire fucking life. Hell could freeze over, and I wouldn’t let her stop.

Revving the engine again, giving her all the RPMs there is to offer, she begins raising herself off.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Finish what you started, now!” I growl.

Her hands briskly move up to the roof. Pressing against it with all she has, sweat begins beading on her forehead. Her head rears back, her eyes staring into oblivion as she rides out her climax, her moans now cries echoing through the cement walls, breaking through the rumbles of the engine.

“Look at me,” I command, suddenly in control against her will. She does exactly as I ask her skin awakens as patches of red begin appearing, her tits vibrating uncontrollably.

She’s almost there.Time for the checkered flag.

Raising the RPMs, this time holding it until she caves and does exactly as I ask. I release the gas instantly.

“I’m coming, baby,” she whimpers, exhaustion and exhilaration all over her face.

“I know, little flame, ride it out completely, pulse for pulse.”

Fuck me, I want to be inside of that pussy so bad.

“Just. Like. That.” Flicks off my tongue.

Her tits recoil stroke for stroke as she begins riding her orgasm harder and harder.

The gear grinds as her orgasm jolts the shifter. Quickly pushing in the clutch, I hold it as she finishes. Her come coating the finest of Italian leather as it leaves that sweet pussy.

Her legs shake as she pushes herself up, crawling back onto my lap, collapsing in my hold, her breaths exacerbated. Lifting her chin, I bring her lips to mine, gently kissing hers. Our mouths intertwined, I reach over, putting the car back in neutral, releasing the clutch before securing the emergency brake. Relinquishing my grip, my hand is covered in her orgasm. Bringing it to my mouth, I lick my fingers. Her sweet sin is the only dessert I require for life, and suddenly, I’m still hungry, craving seconds.

“You fucked your way into first,”

“Well, if you’re not first, you’re last, and I hate fucking losing,” she jokingly responds, her hands brushing across my blazer, straightening it as she hikes her leg over my lap, attempting to exit the car completely. Pulling her back into me, I tighten my hold on her. “We aren’t fucking done yet, little flame,” I bite.

“Tayden, I have a meeting.”

“Then I guess you should have chosen your words more wisely earlier?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You said, you give good head when I asked you how you commissioned the car.”

“Yeah, and?”

“I didn’t fucking appreciate that, so show me little flame, show me what your pretty lips look like around something that isn’t mine.” My eyes drifting between her and where she just fucked herself into first.

“You’re fucking joking.” A questioning look graces her face.

“Clean up your fucking mess, I won’t ask twice,” I bite.

Watching her inner debate with herself is cute. I know she won’t disobey me. Watching her even consider it makes my dick hard because we both know how this is going to play out. Lowering her head in its direction, I scoop her up by the throat, forcing her to look at me.

“From that seat, I don’t want to miss a single fucking stroke,” I growl, shoving her head toward my desired place for her. Climbing off me, she nestles her perfectly naked body in the passenger seat, her tits hanging as she lowers her head, her ass curling in the air as her lips make contact where she just came minutes ago.

“Eyes on me, little flame,” I command. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I help her stroke that sweet fucking mouth up and down, sucking in all she left behind. The head of it bottoming out at the back of her throat as I savagely force her to suck faster. The sounds intoxicate me.

“Such a good fucking little flame,” I growl.

Grabbing my hardened cock with my other hand, I begin stroking it softly, watching her be the fucking epitome of ‘degrade me’. Fuck, she’s a masterpiece. My orgasm coming to the cusp, I yank her by the hair from the shifter, saliva dripping from the corners of her lips, her mouth still in the perfect ‘O’ shape as if the shifter is still there.

“Such a good fucking girl, waiting silently for your next command.”

Drinking in her stare, my head tilts, taunting her as she waits.

“Are we going to speak of a cock other than this one in my presence ever again?”

I jerk her head, forcing her to look at my fucking dick.

“No,” she breathlessly whispers.

“No, we are fucking not,” I bite, shaking her head back and forth by her hair, ensuring her body registers my words. Releasing my grasp aggressively, I latch onto her nipple, pulling her into me, the sting forcing a gasp from her as I clean her face with my tongue.

“Such a good little flame, you are,” rolls off my tongue into her mouth before releasing my hold on her. Exiting the car completely, she heads back towards the front of it; reaching down, she grabs her jacket, and it is then I realize she is trying to fucking leave.

What the fuck?She really thinks she’s leaving after all that? Before my dick gets its sweet pussy? Yeah, okay, little flame, cute, real fucking cute.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I bite, exiting the car, latching my belt, my strides gaining on her.

“I have a meeting to get to; enjoy the car,” she sarcastically taunts, her hand waving upward, dismissing me as if I am a fly in the air, a fucking nuisance. Her steps are not subsiding in the slightest. Her strength remains equal and unreactive with each step.

Mi puto turno.

My fucking turn.

Gaining on her, I grasp her wrist, whipping her around; she gasps with force as her chest crashes into mine.

“Nice fucking try, little flame. My fucking turn,” I growl, my eyes dark, reminding her just exactly who the fuck I am.

“I have a meeting, Tayden,” her words indicating her desire to leave, her body telling me a completely different story. She fucking wants more .

“I have a certain bone to pick,’’ I bite, pointing in the direction of the car.

“You—hood of the car now , and don’t make me ask twice.” My words laced with the promise of punishment if she dares to disobey me. We always have loved the game of cat and mouse. After twenty years, I’m done asking; she just fucking got a taste of it. It’s time she gets a second.

“And if I don’t?” She squares up to me.

“Fuck this game.” Grabbing her by the waist, I flip her over my shoulder, landing a firm punishing smack on her ass.

“Bad little flame,” I chastize her, a laugh escaping her as she dangles over me, her heels hanging in the air. Dropping her in front of the hood, my hand reaches up, brushing the hair from her jawline. My lips close in the distance as If I am about to taste her, refraining at the last second. She hasn’t earned it . Flipping her around, I spin her in the opposite direction, slamming her face down on the hood of my million-dollar car she paid for, her tits now one with the metal.

“Don’t fucking move, don’t even speak,” I growl.

Taking my right foot, I scoop hers out from inside her ankle, spreading her legs, before doing the same to the other, bringing her to the desired height I need to penetrate her effortlessly. Undoing my belt, I lay it off to the side, unbuttoning my pants, giving my cock the freedom it has been begging me for.

Fuck that feels so good .

My left hand on the small of her back, I shove into her perfect little wet pussy without warning. Her body recoils, her ass curving into my hips, begging for me to enter her deeper. I know her pussy is so tired and sensitive. I use it to my advantage, going slow and hard, creating the most friction, her walls swelling around me. I continue the same pressure and rate fucking her over and over with a desire to hit deeper with each stroke, her moans the melody of my soul.

“I told you not a fucking word,” I bite.

“I didn’t say anything.” She giggles.

Her playfulness pissing me off. I grasp onto my belt laid off to the side. Doubling it up, I whip it around her neck, latching onto it with my left hand. The leather flush with her skin as I tighten my grip, pulling her head back into me. Her throat, my leverage as my cock keeps her lower half pinned against the car, my hands forcing her back to arch away from me, the belting keeping her pretty little head right in view, creating just enough pressure on her neck to hold her in place, keeping my little flame inaudible.

“Fight it, little flame.” I encourage her to pull against me, forcing her breaths to completely dissipate as my cock ravages her sweet little pussy, fucking her hard and fast. My aggression amplifying as I watch her reflection in the windshield. Her eyes begin blinking at a faster rate. My legs tighten as the electricity builds, my balls tightening, her lack of oxygen fueling my pleasure. Just as she’s drifting into the darkness, I release the belt, her body crashing onto the hood of the car. I continue fucking her faster, her gasps for all the oxygen I just stole from her coaxing my orgasm. Fucking her lifeless-like body sends me over the edge forcing me to release my come deep inside her. Leaning down on top of her, I brush her hair from her face, leaning in, my words clear. “Don’t ever disobey me or talk about another man’s dick in my presence again, or I promise this fucking cock , you crave to be only yours … I will fucking make you watch it fuck someone else as your goddamn punishment next time.”

Placing a kiss on her cheek, I stand, releasing her. I begin redressing myself, as does she. Our relationship is complicated—we know this. I fuck other people, as does she, but her talking about it is a line I’d prefer not to be a thing she does. Joking or not, I never want to think about her with someone else, especially when she’s with me. I only tell her about the women sexually in my life because she asks, not because I want to. In my perfect world, she’d of stopped asking.In my perfect world, she would never even consider disobeying me, no matter how cute I find it.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I said that.” Such a good girl . How we will ever top tonight seems as crazy as climbing Mount Everest— Impossible. I never want it to disappear. Not having her in my life would be like losing a part of me. I miss her when she’s with me and when she’s not. It is a feeling unlike anything I’ve ever known. If I could find a way to merge ourselves, I would still ache for her; always close but never quite close enough. She has me so fucked in the head.

“I got to get to that meeting, though, babe, so I got to run, but seriously, enjoy the car. I love you forever and through.” Her features become soft and inviting, her brown eyes creeping into my soul.

“Thank you, love of my life. Message me after?”

“Deal.”

I watch as she walks away, the red trench coat hiding God’s most perfect sculpture, her heels a memory of all that just happened.

“You never told me how you commissioned the car so quickly,” I yell across the vault.

“Goodnight, Tayden,” her precious lips echo through the walls, her hand waving in the air without any hint or look back in my direction. Typical fucking Red move.

I stand here frozen, jacket in hand, cock destroyed, watching her walk away until she is just a speck, eventually being consumed by the darkness, and suddenly, I feel emptier than ever. I never knew how much I needed Red until this very moment. We all do.