**Trigger Warning: Matured Readers Only**
The silence in the car wasn’t empty, it was thick, sweltering, a chokehold of tension so tight it squeezed the air from her lungs. Every breath Sky took felt like she was inhaling him, and every time his fingers flexed around the steering wheel, she imagined them wrapped around her throat instead.
Her thighs pressed together hard, slickness already soaking through her panties, and all from nothing but his f*****g presence. She couldn’t even look at the road. Couldn’t focus on the lights streaking past.
All she could see was his hands.
Those veins.
That f*****g grip.
Her core throbbed at the thought of him pinning her wrists over her head, spreading her wide, his body pressing her down until she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, only take him.
