Queen

I swallowed the lump in my throat. He couldn't be serious. Yet nothing about the way he was looking at me felt like a joke. He was completely serious. He leaned into the door and I laughed, scooting back until I felt the middle console. "Syn, your seats are leather. You can't wait until we get home? Or literally anywhere else?"

He kissed my jaw, his lips moving down to my neck and I sucked in a breath, pressing my thighs together. "I don't care. It's your seat. Ruin it."

I wanted to resist a bit more, but there was no use in pretending I didn't want him just as badly as he wanted me. Whatever bit of fight I had left in me disappeared the moment his lips found mine. I felt his hard length press against my thigh and my pussy throbbed at the feel. Why fight it?

My fingers slipped from the console to the edge of the seat and dug into the leather. Heat coursed through my body from his soft lips and when he pulled away, I was breathless. "We have ten minutes before we are officially late," he glanced at his watch. "Can you come in three?"

I brought him back for a kiss. "If you fuck me fast enough, yes." His hands pushed the bottom of my dress up past my hips and his fingers found the edge of my panties. When I lifted myself, he tugged them down my things and past my legs.

He broke them kiss and I lifted my heels for him to pull them the rest of the way off. My ass was flush against the warm seat as I opened my legs. His eyes fell between them and he tucked my panties into his pocket. I swallowed a breath when I heard the sound of his zipper. When he lowered himself to me, I realized just why he chose to drive his truck here instead of the smaller cars. Accessibility.

Smart man.

He pulled me closer to him until I lied back on the center console and my ass was at the edge of the seat. He lifted one of my legs to his shoulder and wrapped a fist around himself. He moved forward and I felt him stretch my entrance. I let out a sound between a moan and a wince, but I was ready. I was usually more prepared than this, but I was more than willing to take the pain with the pleasure.

I heard Syn curse a bit as he pushed into me the tiniest bit and I let out a breathy moan. A mix of pain and that sweet warmth flooded through me. I needed him in me and he wanted to not hurt me. Both of us couldn't have our way. "Syn, please," I begged, needing him closer.

"Fuck, Queen." He removed the belt from around his waist. He held up the thick black belt and folded it in front of me. "Open your mouth."

I did as he said and he placed the belt between my lips. "Bite down. Hard, Princess. We don't have time for foreplay and I don't want you to scream here." He aligned himself at my entrance and I bit into the leather belt. His lips moved to my ear as he held my hips in place. "This might hurt a little bit. Stay quiet for me, okay?"

I nodded quickly and I saw a hint of a smile before he thrust into me completely. My fingers dug into the seat, almost tearing the front of the seat and my toes curled as my body reacted to the pain. I bit into the belt, stifling the scream and tears pricked the corners of my shut eyes. He stilled only for a moment, hardly letting me recuperate before moving and my tense body began to relax. "There we go," he said. "Good girl. I knew you could take it." His voice was soothing as he pushed in and out of me and I moaned into the belt.

The pain swirled and began to morph into something else. Something more intense than I had ever felt before as tingles floated through my body and shot back to between my legs.

The pressure began to build, already starting on ten as he slammed into me and I wrapped my hand around the seat. "Open your eyes," I heard him say, his hand on my stomach. "Your eyeliner will smudge, baby."

What a gentleman—

He applied some pressure to his hand on my lower stomach and he slowed his thrusts- each long, powerful, and deliberate as he filled me. I could feel every inch of him- driving in and pulling out. Our breaths, the moans, and grunts- the pounding, the groans...they danced together in a song I wished I could capture and listen to forever. It was addicting.

My legs shook as the pressure doubled into itself at his added touch and my eyes fluttered open. My entire body tensed, the all too familiar pulsing moving to my core. I was close. "Wait for me, Princess." He thrust in and out once. And then again. Then four more times before speaking again and I was on the verge of falling apart. He said the magical words that always seemed to get me and I felt my pussy contract around him.

Come for me.

I came undone around him and he pumped into me one more time before finding his release. I shut my eyes, my body going weak against the seat as I tried to control my breathing.

I had just been thoroughly fucked in the front seat of a car by a man in an all-black Armani suit...with his belt in my mouth because he didn't want me to scream. It felt like the best type of wrong and the worst type of right. I should've felt dirty and if it were anyone else, maybe I would have, but with him, all I felt was warmth and complete and utter joy.

He was mine.

He kissed the top of my head and I felt him pull out. The moment he did, I felt the wetness spill down my ass and to the seat. "There goes the leather," I wanted to say, but it came out a muffled string of incoherent words.

I heard Syn laugh as he took the belt from between my lips. "You can try again, now."

I sat up, wincing at the deep ache between my thighs. When I closed my legs, the same ache twisted into a dull reminder that sent butterflies through the rest of my body. My eyes fell onto the bite marks on his belt and I grimaced. "I'll buy you a new one."

"Why?" He asked, pushing it through the loops on his pants. "This is my new favorite accessory." I raised my brows, his words sending a rush of heat to my cheeks. "Fuck, you are beautiful."

"And you are delusional." I couldn't imagine how crazy I looked. My hair was up before, but I could feel how loose the clip had become. My lip gloss was practically non-existent, my tits were spilling out the top of my dress, and I still hadn't mustered up the energy to pull my dress down. I looked crazy.

"I'm serious," he said. "If I could, I'd frame a picture of you like this and hang it in our bedroom."

"Really?" I raised a brow.

"Yes." He placed a kiss on my cheek.

"You can take a picture then. I'll allow it." I grabbed his cell phone from the cup holder behind him and held it out. "Here."

He looked into my eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Mhmm." I nodded. "I want to see if you'll really frame it."

"You don't think I will?" He asked, challenge sparkling in his eyes. I pressed my lips together and shook my head. "You should know better than to underestimate my obsession with you, Queen. Say cheese."

Flash.

Wait. "I wasn't ready," I pouted when he took the picture.

He smiled adoringly as he looked down at the photo. "I love it. It's perfect."

"Let me see."

"Nope." He shut the phone off and tucked it into his pocket. "You will see it when I hang it up in the room."

"I was only kidding about that part."

"I was not." He opened the glove compartment and took out a pack of baby wipes.

I furrowed my brows. "You carry baby wipes in your car?"

He gave me a glance that said "You don't?" before opening it and plucking out a couple. "We have a baby."

I crossed my arms and smiled. "He's hardly a baby now."

"Which is why we've found a new use for them," he said, cleaning himself off and zipping up his pants. When he was done, he turned his attention to me. "Lie back."

"Syn, I can do it." I reached out for the wipes and he moved them away.

"Lie down." There was no room for argument in his demand and I did what he said.

He was gentle as he wiped away the remnants of our lovemaking from between my legs. When he was done, he tossed the wipes into a nearby trash can and helped me up. His body covered mine as my heels landed on the garage floor and he pulled my dress back down.

My hands ran down my thighs, getting the material as flat down as I could and his fingers moved to my just below my eye. I stilled as he grabbed whatever it was and held it up to me. "Just an eyelash."

"Oh." I adjusted the spaghetti straps of my dress. "Make a wish."

"A wish?"

"You've never heard of that?" I asked him and he shook his head. "It's like blowing out candles on your birthday and making a wish. People do it on fallen eyelashes, too."

"How strange..." He looked down at my eyelash pinched between his fingers and I laughed a bit. "It's yours though. You make a wish."

"I'll let you have it."

"Hmm." He thought before closing his eyes.

I smiled up at him, waiting. After a few moments, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Then you blow it away." I demonstrated for him. He did as I said, blowing it away before nodding, satisfied. "What'd you wish for?"

His hands moved to my hair and he undid the clip barely holding it together. "If I tell you, I won't come true. Isn't that how it works?" He took out the stray bobby pins that assisted in the hairstyle until my hair cascaded down my shoulders and he ran his fingers through my curls.

My hands moved to the front of his shirt and I tucked them into his slacks before fixing his belt. "Yes. I was just curious what a man like you would wish for."

"A man like me?" He asked. "Turn around."

"A man who already has everything." I turned, facing the car and he adjusted my hair in the back. "I wonder what more you'd want."

"World peace. Turn," he said again and I faced him, holding back a laugh at his bossiness. He looked at me. "Perfect. I don't know how to do it how you had it and we don't have time, I'm sorry."

I smiled. "It's fine. Is my makeup okay?"

He cupped my cheeks in his hands and surveyed my face closely with squinted eyes. "Your eyes are watery." I blinked away the moistness and he gently blew onto my eyes. After a few moments, he stopped and I looked into his eyes. Good? "Good."

I nodded and gestured for him to come down a bit. He dropped his hands from my face and obliged. I ran a hand through his hair a bit and after a few seconds, I stepped back and looked at him. "You're good."

He smiled down at me and reached past me into the car. He grabbed my purse from inside and held it in his hands before moving his hand to the door. "Let's go."

I stepped aside and he closed the door. He walked a few paces and locked the door before holding out a hand for me. I accepted it and he led me to an elevator deeper into the garage. He pressed a button with his index finger, the rest of his fingers curled around my small bag. "I can carry it," I said, holding a hand out.

"I got it."

I smiled at the chivalry, but I didn't know if the room we were walking into necessarily approved of such things. Tonight was going to be hard enough on him. "I know, but I don't want your dad or anyone to say anything."

The elevator doors opened and he stepped in, pulling me along with him. He swiped a card before pressing the button for the thirteenth floor and the doors closed. "What would they say?" He asked.

"That the King of Hell is carrying a woman's purse because he's obsessed with her and that makes him weak?"

"I will tell them that I am carrying my soon-to-be wife's bag," he said, pointing out the difference. "And I am obsessed. I'd tell them they'd also be weak if they got a taste of that sweet, tight pu—" He stopped mid-sentence. "Speaking of. Before I forget..." He reached into his pocket and held out my black lace panties.

My eyes widened and a smirk reached his lips. My cheeks heated as I grabbed them from his hooked fingers. I looked around the elevator for cameras before looking at him. "You couldn't give these to me earlier?"

He smiled. "It must've slipped my mind." He looked at the increasing numbers on the panel. "You have about five more floors. I'd hurry if I were you."

I looked at him before looking at the fast-moving numbers. Fuck it. "I don't have time. Put them back in your pocket or something." I ushered them into his hands and a slow smile spread across his lips.

"You dirty thing," he whispered. I rolled my eyes at him and he laughed before shoving them into his pocket.

I felt the elevator come to a stop and I let out a deep breath. As the doors opened, he took my hand and squeezed. "You with me?"

"I'm with you."

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