The limo door clicked shut behind me, sealing in perfume, leather, and a sudden drop in oxygen.
He didn’t say hello.
His hand wrapped around my throat the second I sank into the seat, cool rings biting into the sides of my neck, tilting my chin up like I was a prize he’d just bought at auction. One slow look dragged down from the curve of my painted mouth to the edge of my gown where my legs were crossed like I had manners. I didn’t.
“You didn’t wear any panties.” His voice was low, ruined. “Good girl.”
That was all it took.
He shifted forward and dragged me onto his lap with no warning, no sweet touch. Just a hand to my thigh, wrenching the slit of my gown wide until silk pooled at my waist. Cold air hit the heat between my legs, and his groan came like a threat.
He didn’t even take
