Page 134 of Sugar

“You can’t just say no.”

“The fuck I can’t.”

I hit the partition again.

“He’s not going to lower it. Or take you home. Not unless I say so.” He hauled me onto his lap with my back flush to his front. “Which I won’t.”

“Why the hell not? If you’re just going to hurl accusations at me then let me go?—”

“I’ll never let you go, Madeline. Fucking.Never.”

I hadn’t meant it in a permanent way. I was referring to right then. Physically.

But even if I could voice that distinction, I doubted it would matter.

He shoved his hands under my skirt, but I pressed my thighs tightly together, cutting off what he was going for.

“Spread them now,” he ordered. We both knew that he could’ve easily done it himself, but that wasn’t what he wanted.

He wanted me to willingly give him access.

He needed my obedience.

And I gave it to him.

“Good girl,” he groaned in my ear as he held my panties out of the way. He inched a finger into me. Just enough to tease. To make me undulate in his hold, desperate for more despite my anger.

Anger I shared with him. “You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah.” His thick finger surged inside me, curving to rub a spot that made my vision blur and my neck arch. “But I’m yours. And I have been since the first time I saw you in that damn kitchen. I knew I should’ve left.” He stretched his thumb to rub my clit. Lightly. Tormentingly slow. “But I stayed to see more of the girl who was far too fucking young for me. The one who blushed so pretty every time she snuck peeks at me. When you went up to change for the pool, I knew I had to leave. There was only so much control I had, and I was barely hanging onto it by that point. But that didn’t stop me from lurking in the dark entryway like a damn stalker for one glimpse of you in that sexy gray bikini.”

Holy hell, he’s telling the truth.

My chest squeezed around my pounding heart as I struggled to fill my lungs.

“Around the corner, Madeline.” Easton kept working me with that frustratingly tender touch as he rocked his hardness against my ass. “I made it around the corner to a secluded spot before I freed my dick and stroked myself while I thought ofeverythingI wanted to do to you. Everything I couldn’t allow myself to have. I tried to fight this, but it was too late. You were already in my head. Under my skin. In my damn veins.”

I asked the question that hovered in the back of my mind. “Did you set up our meeting at Coastal?”

“Yes,” he said without a trace of apology or shame. He nipped my ear lobe. “And it was a wonder I was able to hold out the three weeks I had.”

He left me teetering on that edge as he slid his finger free. Twisting me in his hold, he took my mouth in a rough, frantic kiss.

No.

Kiss was the wrong word. A weak word.

He took my mouth like he was trying to fuse us together. Trying to memorize my taste. Trying to brand me as his.

He ripped himself away, but just far enough to stare down at me. “I won’t fucking share you, Madeline. Not with that fucker or anyone else.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“You gave me you, and you’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m giving you back.” Contrary to the authoritativeness of his statement, he demanded, “Tell me you’re mine, Madeline.”

“I’m yours,” I said without hesitation. The beat of my racing heart seemed to echo in my needy clit. I was about to beg for him to touch it when he carefully slid me off him. Lust-drunk, my brain lagged a few steps behind when he suddenly opened the door to show we were parked

I’d been so wrapped up in him, I hadn’t even noticed the car had stopped. Just like I hadn’t noticed that we weren’t headed to his house.