CHAPTER 4
MIA
A few nights later, I boarded the bus with my body already on fire, heart racing because I knew what was coming. The bus emptied early, passengers trickling off stop by stop until it was just us again, rolling quiet through dark streets.
Xander glanced in the mirror, eyes dark and possessive, voice rumbling low over the speaker. " Stay seated till I park."
"Yes, Daddy," I whispered soft, thighs pressing together because I was dripping already, c**t throbbing needy for his touch.
He pulled into a secluded spot fast—deep in an industrial area, no lights, no cars, just shadows hiding the bus perfect. The engine cut, doors locked with that final click that made my pulse spike. He stood, tall and broad, uniform shirt straining his thick arms and chest, salt-and-pepper beard f
