“Hands behind your back.”
Grimacing, I do as he says, resting my head against the cool glass of the window. The sound of the seatbelt unraveling, and the sensation of the thick material around my wrists pulling taut as he knots it, has my heart speeding up and my legs trembling. He uses the blade to nick both sides of my silk panties and runs the steel dangerously close, over my thighs.
Then I feel the hilt at my entrance.
And I’m soaking wet.
My breath catches. This is not what I signed up for. “I thought you were going to fuck me,” I scowl.
He yanks the seat belt and my wrists with it, until I’m upright on my knees, head resting back on his chest.
“I don’t fuck exes. I just make them suffer for my enjoyment,” he drawls. “And I’m going to enjoy watching you come all over this fucking dagger, sweetheart.”
Lorcan rams the metal hilt up inside me. I’m not ready for it, but I moan loudly enough anyway. Then he fucks me with the handle of my own blade, while I pant and lean back into him. I’m so riled up, I bite his arm hard. He hisses but keeps up the rhythm. The hilt is warm now and I imagine it’s Lorcan’s cock inside me, harder than steel, tearing up my insides.
I’m going to feel this tomorrow.
I open my mouth to cry out, but Lorcan seals my mouth with his. His hand moves around the front of my dress and then under it, fingers finding my clit as he rubs it swollen. Every nerve is on fire. Every part of me drenched in sweat.
“You’re so fucking wet, every inch of this blade is covered in you,” he breathes. “Come for me. And when you use this knife, I want you to think of this fucking moment.”
His fingers pinch my clit as he shoves the hilt in as far as it goes.
And sweet release comes all too soon.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says, his voice as smooth as silk. His arm curls around my neck, holding me upright while I quiver hard. All thoughts of Dante possibly watching through the rear window have gone out of my mind.
Or have they?
The bliss afterward is short-lived. I need more.
Without him holding my restraints, I’m able to slip a hand free. I twist and grab his dick through his pants, ignoring the knife he still has inside me.
“You better fuck me now,” I demand. Then I kiss him. His mouth seals against mine, and I taste myself on him.
“Nah, I don’t think I will,” he says, shaking his head, pulling away from my lips.
I frown at him and look at him properly. His eyes are full of malice, tearing into me with wrath so potent if I was anyone else, I would choke. This isn’t the way we play the game, the one where we both say ‘no’ but mean fucking ‘yes’.
“You’re serious,” I say, eyes narrowed.
“You broke Sinner’s heart. The poor bastard. I don’t know what you did to him, but he’s fully invested on doing a fucking job you sent him to do.”
I frown. “What job?”
“Getting close to Kristian. Jesus, Viola. I said get him on board, not fucking send him into the jaws of hell. Did he tell you what happened to him before you met? That he tried to kill himself because of Kristian. Why the fuck would you ask that of him and then reject him? He’s got it into his head that he owes you. That he needs to fully ingratiate himself into his family for you. To get you back.”
“He’s with Kristian?” Lorcan’s words only half make sense. I did ask Dino to do a job for me the last time I saw him, but it was a throwaway comment. “I only said that to him to get him to toughen up. He’s in love with me and he can’t be. And you know why.”
Because I don’t belong with them.
Lorcan looks incredulous and then he snorts a laugh, head still shaking. “Just get out of my car, Viola.” He extracts the handle of my knife and offers it to me like a parting gift.
“Here, use this if you’re still horny,” he snorts.
“You’re still drunk,” I say, eyes slitted at him.
He smirks. “We’re close to Richmond. Harmony will be home by now.”