VIOLA
No, not happening.
I shove my raging hormones aside and elbow him in the gut. He releases me at once, gasping, and I use the clear way to ease into the driver’s seat, as his sharp intake of breath turns to a groan. I, of course, rub myself over his erection without batting an eyelid.
“Viola, you’re killing me,” he says.
“Good,” I say, glancing in the mirror to see if Dante is still parked where I left him. He is. I flash the hazard lights on and off and then pull away. The brown Mustang peels after us, following as I glide the McLaren into London night traffic.
“Where are you staying? The frat house?” I ask him.
“Wherever, I don’t care.” Lorcan notices me looking in the rearview mirror and clocks the Mustang a few cars back. “Are you going to tell me what you and the psycho were doing at White Jade Casino?”
“No.” I glance over at him. His eyes are focused now, alert. He’s sobering up. From what I remember of Lor, it doesn’t take much to make him clear headed again. We used to go at it all night, like fucking rabbits.
“Always keeping secrets,” he sneers, leaning back into his seat with a shake of his head. “I don’t miss that about you.”
“You don’t miss anything about me. Your ‘friend’ was hanging off your dick at the bar.”
His lips curl up and his eyes are practically glowing. He doesn’t look upset that I caught him out. “Oh shit, you got me.” He holds up his hands.
“You didn’t wait long,” I say, unable to help myself.
“Ah ah, no you don’t. You left us, sweetheart. Not the other way around.”
He’s right. I told him and Dino to fucking leave me alone the last time I saw them. So why do I feel like driving back to soho and punching that fucking blonde bitch in the face.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” he says in a low voice. I’m not ready for his hand on my thigh, making the longing inside my loins harder to bear. Screw the blonde. I want to fuck her out of him.
It’s impossible to drive with his fingers teasing up my thigh every once in a while, caressing the silk between my legs.
“Jesus, Viola. You’re desperate for me, aren’t you? You’re soaking.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warn him.
He ignores me, like I knew he would, and unbuckles his seat belt to lean over, bunching my skirt up until I’m exposed to him. “Open your legs, sweetheart,” he orders.
“No, I’m driving,” I say, using every muscle in my body to keep them shut.
“Stop fighting me. You’re ruining my fucking leather.” He pushes them apart easily, and then kisses the insides of my thighs. So much for early morning gym sessions with Dante these past couple of months.
“You’re a dickhead, you know that?”
“Oh, I know,” he mutters before burying his head between my legs. His tongue is soft velvet as it delves into my folds. I gnaw the inside of my cheek. The taste of blood helps me concentrate on the fucking road because if I’m not careful, we’re going to land in a bloody hedge.
I wait until we’re on a darkened road, and then pull over. I let go of the wheel, grabbing handfuls of his hair. I’m torn between dragging him off me or riding the building orgasm out. Dante is still behind us in his car. Headlights flash a couple of times as if to say ‘why the fuck have we stopped’. I never carry my phone anymore since Adrien confiscated it and then gave it back a few days later with a goddam tracker in it, so Dante can’t call me. Any minute he’s going to come over to the car to see what I’m playing at.
I say as much. At least I think I’m speaking out loud. The Devil in-between my legs chuckles as I let out a little moan. Fuck. This is not what I need. It’s the last thing.
It’s a good thing I’m not wearing an earpiece.
Lorcan pulls back, in his hands is the knife I keep strapped to my thigh. “Turn around, face the door,” he says with a smirk, teasing the blade over my skin. Dante’s headlights are still on. If I do, there’s a good chance he will see me.
“I’m not letting you fuck me in the car while Dante is parked right behind us.”
“Sweetheart, do as I say, or I’ll slice this dress clean off.”
He fucking would as well. I throw Lorcan a side-eye before unbuckling and pulling my knees up onto the seat.