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“Austin.” I didn’t recognize the whimpering plea that begged for more with just his name.

“Do you want it?”

Who was I?

Who was this girl melting at his feet? I didn’t know her, but in all of this new chaotic lust ravaging me, I knew one thing—I wanted to. I wanted to discover more about the girl who allowed her best friend to set her on fire. “Yes. Please.”

“Say it,” he ordered.

Turning my head enough to meet his heated gaze, I did something I never thought I’d do. I obeyed. “I want you to fuck me.”

As if his eyes weren’t dark enough, his pupils dilated, leaving the barest hint of green. “Good. Let’s go.”

Without waiting, he grabbed my hand and started walking, barely giving the few people we passed a polite nod. In record time, the valet had a car to take us home.

Every sense rose to high alert. The cool leather of the seat chilled my heated skin. The slam of the door reverberated through my body, matching the thudding pulse inside. The roll of the tires across the gravel created a vibration that only intensified the sensation already bringing my skin to life.

Austin shifted his large frame into the corner and watched me do my best to sit with etiquette, hiding the needy desire from our driver. Austin had no such qualms about keeping anything private.

“You have no idea what it does to me to see your nipples hard, begging me to play with them.”

As if wanting more attention, they pulled painfully tight, sensitive to even the slightest movement against the silk of my dress. God, I ached.

I peeked in the rearview mirror, finding the driver’s eyes glued to the road. Usually, I wouldn’t care, but this whole scenario was specifically for my father, and it made me pause before acting. But I could barely think beyond the live wire that was my body.

“Probably the same thing it does to me to see your cock so hard,” I said, pointedly looking at the large bulge against his pants.

He shifted, widening his legs, and my mouth watered. “Then do something about it.”

Any other time, I would’ve laughed in the face of any man who gave such an order. I would’ve mimicked their pose and told them that maybe I’d suck their cock if they ate my pussy well enough. But again, I didn’t recognize this side of myself, and I didn’t hate it. I didn’t hate the way I wanted to fall to my knees for him.

Still, I lifted my chin like I was too good for him, casting a look toward the driver. “Maybe I will when we get home. If you’re lucky.”

“I’ll give you five hundred dollars if you keep your eyes on the road and never speak a word of this,” Austin offered the driver, never looking away from me.

“Yes, sir,” the driver answered.

“Well?” Austin asked me. “What are you waiting for?”

That damn smirk—so different from my best friend. But the challenging glint in his eyes was also familiar. It reminded me that, while I usually never let a man boss me around because I was in control, this was Austin—my best friend, and the truth was that I trusted him.

So, I let myself admit how much I liked his bossy side.

I let myself give in and got on my knees.

Chapter Thirteen

Austin

As if my own personal fantasy played out in slow motion, I watched Raelynn Vos slide off the seat to her knees.

She never took her gaze from mine.

Not when her fingers caressed my knees, pushing them apart.

Not when she painfully, achingly, slowly dragged her palms up my thighs, hesitating only a fraction of a centimeter from my dick. In that moment, I studied her and saw the flash of unsurety in her decision. I held my breath, waiting for her to pull back—to tell me to fuck off. With each step I took tonight, bringing us closer to the edge, I waited for her to jerk away. With each revealed layer to what I really wanted—the pleasure, the command—I waited for her to laugh in my face.

Yet, there she knelt, looking unsure but so fucking strong.

As if I couldn’t love her more, I watched her cede control. I watched her give in to me. I watched her enjoy it.

That half of a second stretched on and on until my lungs screamed for relief. Her lip barely twitched—the only warning before her palm continued, firmly stroking over my length.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned through my exhale.

Her tongue slid across her crimson lips before digging her teeth into the lush flesh. Unable to keep my hands at my side any longer, I pushed into dangerous territory. I slid my hand along her neck, forcing her chin up with my thumb before dragging it across her lip, pulling it from her punishing bite.

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