“It was—”
“Basta!” He put his face an inch from mine until I smelled bullets on his breath. “You do this again, and I’ll…” He gritted his teeth so hard he couldn’t speak.
“What?” I croaked. “What will you do?”
He pulled me toward him, fingertips digging into the space behind my jaw. I leaned into him, taking my hands off his wrist so I could push closer. I wasn’t afraid.
“You do not—”
“What are you going to do, Capo?”
He didn’t soften. Not a millimeter. He did not waver. He pushed me back against the door, and with his other hand, he twisted me around until I lay sprawled across the front seat.
“This is a fact, and it’s a threat. You get killed, and I am as good as dead. Kill me first. If you die, you should just kill me.”
I put my hands on the sides of his face. “It was the right thing.”
His thumb stroked under my chin, and he lowered his head to put his lips to my cheek. “No. Don’t… ever… do that again.”
“I’ll do what I have to.”
He let me go and got as far up on his knees as possible under the car ceiling. I gasped as he reached for his waistband.
“There is one thing you have to do.” He popped his button and held up a finger. “Stay still while I fuck you. That’s your job. Spread your legs. That’s all.”
“You’re so fucking backward.” I tried to get up, but it was cramped in the car, and Antonio pushed me down. “Get off me.”
He didn’t get off me. He yanked my pants down with one hand and pressed on my breast with the other. He ripped off my jeans, stripping me of my shoes. “I’m going to fuck sense into you.”
I had arguments on top of wisdom. I had logic and strategy on my side, but he pinned me like an animal and pulled my leg up until my knee was at my ear.
He slapped my ass and paused.
I groaned. “I’ll do it again if I want.”
“And I’ll spank you for it if I want.”
He slapped my bottom three more times. God, I should have been humiliated, but it woke my skin, sending a fire of pleasure through me. I couldn’t move. Bone to skin, I was made viscous from the intimacy of indignity.
He pulled my legs farther apart, and I let him. He was hard with me. Merciless. His roughness silenced me into short breaths.
“Who’s backward?” he growled. “Who has her legs open? It took me nothing to get you naked with your * out.” He jerked up my shirt. “Now your tits. I can do anything to you. You’re going to take my cock, and when you do, I want you to know I’m never letting you alone again. I own you, and you’ll do what I tell you.”
Before I had a chance to erase the thought, he rammed into me. My head was bent into the door handle, and one leg leaned on the dashboard as he took me without regard to my pleasure or pain. Outside, cars blew by so fast, I felt the air pressure change. I reached for him.
He swatted my hands away and pressed them to the window. “Look at me.”
And I did, because he was still the most beautiful man I’d ever met.
“Never again. Say it.” He pressed into me, deeper than deep, rubbing my clit with his body. “Look at me.”
“Always, always.”
“Never look away again.”
He thrust into me again and again, and the fullness between my legs grew like a balloon ready to burst. I could have looked at the intensity in his eyes forever. There, I could believe he’d always be by my side, that I’d never be afraid again, that the safety he promised was real not just for me, but for us.
I believed it. In my heart I did, for just a moment, and the orgasm that came in that moment became tangible, with its own weight and mass. He let my wrists go and leaned on me. For those few moments, his roughness was gone, and he made love to me while I came, clawing his back as if that would get me inside him.