Raw Bloody Power

Chapter 20

20

PARTITION

Ivory

I’m getting railed tonight.

I don’t know if it’s stress finally getting the better of me and needing an outlet, but whatever reservations I had about Benedikt Koshka can be damned. The sequin mini dress clinging to my figure assures as much—emphasis on mini. Actually, micro might be more accurate. The hem sits right under my ass cheeks, and up top? Strapless, highlighting the lush swells of my breasts. Lucia helped style my hair in a seemingly messy low bun with two face-framing strands of hair slightly curled, and I went with a smokey eye/nude lip combo.

Simple diamond earrings: Check.

Bracelet and a few rings: Check, check.

Every inch of my body shaved: Triple-fucking-check.

Oh, and a switchblade stashed between my tits, but that’s simply a precautionary measure given where we’re going. Better to be prepared than be left defenseless.

“Take some napkins. He’s gonna be drooling,” she squeals in excitement from her nearly permanent place on the bed. “Hell, I’m drooling, and I’m straight…I think. You might have just made me question a few things.”

I cackle and shove my phone into my clutch, sauntering over to where she lays and placing a kiss to the top of her head. “Shut up. Do you need anything before I head out? He’s here.”

“I’m good. Got my snackies and my water. Your brother should be here soon.”

“Which means I’m really leaving. Last thing I need is for him to see Benedikt outside or me in this dress. Thank you for letting me get ready here. You saved me from a possible game of twenty-one questions at home.”

“Dude, please. I’m living vicariously through you right now. Go, have fun.” She waves me off. “Don’t drink too much, demand foreplay, and don’t forget to use protection!” That last bit comes as I’m scampering down the hallway and slipping out the front door.

I’m surprised to find a blacked out Escalade idling in the driveway rather than Benedikt’s Camaro. My heart rate ramps up for a second, but I breathe through the rush and hold my head high, especially when I approach the vehicle and his gaze rakes over me in a heated caress of appreciation. He says nothing, simply opens the door and motions for me to slide into the backseat.

“What’s with the driver?” I quip.

Benedikt hitches a shoulder as he slides in behind me and slams shut the door, sprawling out comfortably in his seat. “Purely for selfish reasons. Gives me more time with you without having to worry about the road.”

There he goes again making me blush, the smooth talker. I have to press my lips together to avoid cheesing like a total idiot—but also to hold back the drool that wants to leak free because holy hell he looks devilishly handsome tonight. Clad in all black, the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone, a smooth chest lies beneath it, instantly painting indecent images of what he’ll look like on top of me.

Situated between my legs .

Benedikt must sense the swelter of my perusal because, suddenly, I feel his all over again. The blue of his eyes has this stormy gray tinge to them, searing into me as I meet his gaze. Flashing me an equally devilish smirk, he leans over and curls an arm around my waist, hauling me to his side.

“In case you’re blissfully unaware, you look stunning tonight.” His words tickle my neck, lips trailing up the exposed column in a lazy tempo. “This little dress,” he hisses against my skin, “is already driving me mad. I’m trying to be a gentleman here, but you’re making it quite difficult.”

His proximity.

The intoxicating masculine notes of his scent.

His declaration…

I shudder against him. My eyes roll slightly and fall shut, head tipping back of its own will. I’ve granted him better access without even realizing it and he takes full advantage, especially when I smooth a hand up his taut chest and thread my fingers into the back of his hair to lure him impossibly closer.

Another breathy, deep-seated laugh scorches my skin before his teeth sink in ever so gently. “This isn’t helping, malish. I could eat you alive right now.”

“I think you’ve owned up to the gentleman card enough. Put it at the bottom of the deck and draw the next one,” I muse, earning me a rough squeeze to my thigh.

“And what would that be?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

Benedikt pulls away then, leaving me bereft, and if I’m being honest—a little wet, too. I nearly whine in protest until I note he hits a button on the light switch above us and a partition rises slowly between the front seats, effectively separating us from the driver’s view. When he turns back to me, that smirk of his has darkened immeasurably along with those crystalline eyes.

Lust-filled and determined.

Basking in the privacy of our little bubble, he shifts me on top of his hard body. The unforgiving material of my dress zips up my thighs, revealing more than I should want him to see so early into the night. The glass of wine I knocked back while I was getting ready, however, says otherwise. Thank fuck for tinted windows, am I right?

Benedikt’s gaze drops between us, tongue peeking out to wet his lips, then flits back up to my face, gauging my reaction. He must like what he sees because I do nothing but blink and his tattooed hand locks around my throat, yanking me toward him as he drags the other over the swell of my exposed ass and gives it a squeeze .

“The devil,” he rasps, his teeth nipping at my lip. “That’s what’s next. You ready for that?”

God, yes.

I nod, rolling my hips into him just once in confirmation. It’s been so long, too long, since the last time I came undone beneath a man’s touch. Well over a year now, if not more.

I need it.

Now more than ever.

Again, could be the wine talking, but when he goes in for the kill, dazing me with a fervent kiss as his thumb skirts the inner span of my thigh, I find myself wanting him to tread higher. Trapping the steely lines of his face in my hands, I lapse my tongue into his mouth and roll into him a second time. A silent encouragement for him to keep going.

“Mmm, so willing.” Kiss. “So eager.” Another kiss. The pad of his thumb grazes my clit over the thin material of my thong, drawing a soft moan off my lips. He hums in approval and licks into my mouth anew. “So responsive.”

“Benedikt…” I breathe, undulating against his thumb. “More. Give me more.”

“Patience, angel.” The throaty rumble of his laugh combined with the way he adds the tiniest bit more pressure to my clit, rubbing mind numbing circles, leaves me trembling in his grasp. “We’ll be arriving soon. That’s not nearly enough time for me to sink my cock deep inside this sweet little cunt of yours and indulge in all the ways we both want.”

“We have at least half an hour.” Pushing him flush against the backseat, I set a hand to his knee and lean back. He knows exactly what I’m about to do, ocean eyes darkening like the abyss as he tracks my every move. I don’t swat his thumb out of the way. Not at all. I work around it, sliding the black lace keeping me decent to the side. His reaction to the sight of my pussy on full display is empowering. The sharp inhale through his teeth, the way he licks his lips, how his nostrils flare. His cock jerks beneath me, too, prompting me to spread myself and undeniably showcase how wet he’s made me in the five minutes we’ve been in this car.

Touch me is on the tip of my tongue, but the words never come to be. He beats me to it, dragging his middle finger from my slit all the way up to my clit and back. “Make that very responsive.” Lifting said finger to his mouth, his tongue lashes out and drags up its glistening length. “And so damn delicious,” he groans.

All the while I’m throbbing, aching to feel it curling inside me. “Benedikt…” A plea, to which he nods.

“I know, malish. I know.” He’s in, sinking the long digit slowly.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

He keeps the pace steady, unhurried, driving me fucking crazy . “Faster,” I demand. “ More.”

Benedikt chuckles and withdraws, helping himself to another taste, his stare holding me captive. “Later,” he croons. A tug and he has me flush against his chest, coasting the pad of that same finger along my bottom lip. “Let’s go out and have some fun first.”

I’m going to explode.

Between the two whiskey sours I’ve downed in the last hour, Benedikt’s hands roaming over every inch of my body, and peeks of other club goers participating in salacious activities, I’m beyond the point of simply turned on. Horny doesn’t even feel like enough of a word.

Feral, maybe?

Yeah, that sounds about right.

I’ve never been much of an exhibitionist, reserving my inner-slut for private quarters, but I’m about two seconds away from climbing this formidable man like a damn tree and insist he fuck me silly against the wall.

Or on one of those couches.

The bathroom.

I don’t care at this point.

Hussy Ivory has come out to play and she wants the D.

Spinning in his hold, I inch up on the tips of my stilettos and snake my arms around his neck, pulling him in for another taste of his lips. Benedikt smiles against mine, knowing full well what I’m up to. The tumbler in his hand disappears—to where, I’m not entirely sure. All I know is it’s gone from one moment to the next. My head swims a little as he arches me back and grabs two brazen handfuls of my ass from beneath my dress, and although I can’t hear him above the sultry notes of Sam Smith’s “Unholy”, I can feel the rumble of a hungered growl reverberate in his chest.

“We’re not making it back to the car, are we?” he questions, backing me into the nearest wall.

“If we leave now?” Kiss. “ Yes.” Kiss. “If you plan to torture me some more, I can’t promise anything.”

Benedikt hums and spins me around, pinning my front to the cool, glimmering surface. His lips find my neck, the flat of his tongue licking a white-hot trail up to my ear. “Oh, but I quite enjoy toying with you, malish .” Snaking a hand between my legs, his fingers zero in where I need him most.

Only my panties are still in the way, dulling his ministrations.

I’ve never despised a garment more in my life than at this very moment, mewling in objection.

“That right there, those little sounds you make for me...” He groans loud and clear in my ear, middle finger slipping past the barrier. When he touches down on my clit, I mewl again and toss my head back against his shoulder. “God, I can’t wait to hear you scream for me.”

“If I scream right now, will that get us out of here faster because I swear on everything holy, Benedikt—if you don’t fuck me within the next ten minutes, I might spontaneously combust into a pile of ash and then come back to haunt to you for sending me to an early grave. You don’t want?—”

The sudden intrusion of that same digit sliding inside shuts me the hell up, a victorious grin quirking the corners of my mouth. “Yes… ”

“Christ, you’re wet,” he grits.

“Did you think I was joking?” I toss back, grinding my ass against him.

Desired effect achieved.

His cock jumps as a hiss whirs through this teeth, the hand at my stomach trailing upwards until he lands on my breast, squeezing. There’s nothing gentle about it, the sensation only adding to what he’s doing between my legs. “No, I just didn’t think you’d be drenched already.”

“Now can we leave?” I pant, almost screaming when his touch completely disappears, along with the warmth of his body behind me.

Given it returns before I have the opportunity to whirl around in a lust-filled rage, I presume he was freeing himself from his slacks…until he cages me to the wall, one hand on either side of my head, and I take note of the tattoos.

Inked designs that definitely don’t belong to Benedikt.

With a gasp, I spin in a flurry to find Rio’s lethal glare millimeters from my face, his lip curled in a snarl.

“You’re not going anywhere.”