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Dirty and forbidden, that was all they were.
A blatant refusal to conform to what was expected of them, and deep down, Nick knew that. He'd tried to resist the temptations, yet he was a prisoner to his body—his traitorous thoughts.
There wasn't a day that went by where he didn't think of her.
While she might pretend to hate him—and maybe even truly feel that way occasionally—he was someone she still craved. Someone she couldn't fully have no matter how hard she tried. Their familial situation... complicated things to say the least, but it made things oh, so very wrong and delicious.
Forbidden fruit that neither could resist, sinking their teeth into the soft flesh, its honeyed nectar erasing the guilt and shame lingering beneath their skin. The tension between them pulled taunt, a string threading them together despite their best efforts to stay away.
Truths and lies.
Wants and desires.
Muscles and viscera.
That was all that humans consisted of—simple concepts layered with complexities that had Nick’s brain spiraling, but all those thoughts were erased by a single touch. A single woman.
A single word.
“Nick!”
The way her soft lips formed around his name while he sunk deep inside her wet warmth made it hard to focus. He felt as though he couldn’t remember who he was before this—before her.
And it was pitiful. Pathetic.
A fact he’d made fun of his friends for, and now he found himself falling into the same fate.
“Oh, Noah,” Nick crooned, “have I ever told you how good you feel?”
Schlick!
Another thrust had her mouth parting, his mind wandering to other places he could indulge himself in…
Her fingernails dug into his back, dress shirt protecting his skin to his dismay. “No," she breathed, "tell me again.”
Nick smirked at her lie, knowing damn well he told her every time he was inside her—fingers, tongue, cock, it didn’t matter—how much he craved her.
“You take me so well, princess.”
“Mhmm–yes…”
He lost himself in her moans, her body soft and pliable beneath his bruising touch.
Splayed across the hood of his McLaren, she was a vision of pure corruption. Silken strands of her hair—the color reminiscent of the night sky—fanned out around her face, contrasting with the red pearlescent paint of his car.
In their haste, both of their clothing was still mostly in place, Nick’s slacks parted slightly, and Noah’s dress was hurriedly pushed up, the onyx hem falling dangerously high on her tanned thigh.
Oh, what he would give to sink his teeth in—
No.
Now was not the time. The shadows in the darkened alley were barely enough to conceal them and their devious acts.
Too bad neither of them cared. This was what she’d wanted after all.
“Right now,” she’d murmured against his neck, deft fingers already slipping across his erection while he drove. Her manicured nails threatened to scratch if he didn’t abide by her commands and pull over.
He’d been tempted to take her as soon as he’d parked, perfectly fine with her climbing atop him and riding him to her heart's content—and she was nearly insatiable—but the danger of being out in the open appealed to her more.
“Don’t you want people to hear how much you make me scream,” she’d said, her mischievous smile too enrapturing to ignore.
And now, pinned like a piece of fine art across the impeccable paint of his car—he didn’t even care if they ruined it; he almost welcomed that idea—she parted those pretty legs and let him fuck her like the good girl she was.
Every emotion that flashed across her flushed visage he collected, committing it to memory, vowing to let it slake his hunger for a time.
Lies.
Tongues and lips.
Teeth and nails.
That was all they consisted of—a twisted swath of clothed skin, perspiration clinging to their flesh as they chased their own pleasure together.
Her heeled feet caged him in as his hips rocked into her. Her hair tickled his left hand as it remained planted firmly by her head, ebony tendrils contrasting with his skin. It took everything in him not to tug and pull and make her beg even more.
His other hand gripped the curve of her thigh, its softness pressed flush against his hips every couple seconds when he sank deep within her. Back arched, Noah took every inch he gave, still desperate for more.
Mindless words were mumbled against the other’s skin, the occasional glow of passing headlights heightening the thrill.
“If I could stay here forever, princess,” Nick whispered along her jaw, teeth nipping at the delicate skin there, “I would.”
Her half lidded gaze met his, the edges of her mouth tipping up at his praise…
And he was washed away—a wretched sack of blood and bones forever bent to her will. He’d do whatever it took to have her look at him this way.
Forever.