My lips tightened as I put the hand away and looked out the window. He wasn't holding my hand anymore, but shame somehow kept me glued to my seat.
"So, are you going to keep lying you don't want the other thing?"
"Why does it sound like you do?" I spat at him.
"I do." His easy admission shocked the hell out of me.
His gaze turned intent, locked onto mine. "Unlike you, I don't deny what I want. Right now, I want to get you on my thighs, bind your hands with my belt and make you f**k my cock." He c****d his head. But at the end of the day, it depends on you. Do you want it or not?"
I swallowed tersely, like there was a stone lodged in my throat. My skin was clammy with sweat despite the fact that I felt so cold inside. I wouldn't be surprised if my heart rate was too high for someone my
