“Watch the road.” Her words came out on a breathless laugh. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her bite down on her lip, and then she spoke quietly. “Maybe after the party we could go to Parton Park and re-enact Fright Night? I mean…you could chase me?”
I nearly swerved the car off the road, and she shrieked in fright. My grip on her thigh tightened, and I swallowed thickly. “Fucking hell, Rai. Why are we going to this party?” My cock hardened at the thought of catching her in the dark, wrapping my hand around her pretty little throat, and fucking her senseless. “I’m serious. Let’s skip the party.”
She laughed again. “No. You need to be there. You’re the football captain and the king of the school.” She accompanied her words with an eye-roll, but she gave me a grin to let me know she was just winding me up. “Besides, it’ll make it even better. The wait, knowing that later you’ll be getting to do all the dirty, depraved things to me that you want to do.”
“How will that make it better? It’s torture.”
“Delayed gratification.” She shrugged.
“And you say I’m the sadistic one in this relationship.” I squeezed her thigh one last time before releasing it so I could change gear.
“I never said that.” Glancing over at her, I saw her batting her lashes innocently, and I raised a brow.
“Bet you were thinking it, though.”
“Maybe. You know I like your sadistic tendencies.”
This girl. I was gone for her. Why had I ignored how perfect she was for me? Yeah, she did like my sadistic side. I knew how me restraining her when we fucked turned her on, and just how hard she came when I was gripping her throat. After everything that had happened with Dylan, I’d been hesitant to do anything that might trigger her, but she…I wasn’t really sure I understood, but she said that she felt safe with me and trusted me. And I’d never do anything to break that trust.
We pulled up outside Anastasia’s mansion, joining the crowd of cars that lined the gravel driveway, and I unclipped my seat belt. Glancing over at Raine, I saw her hesitant expression. “What’s wrong?” I clasped her jaw, gently turning her face to mine.
“Nothing, really. I’m just nervous. Silly, right?” She laughed humourlessly. “I’ve just never fitted in at these places. Not that I’ve been to any of these parties as an invited guest, but you know what I mean.”
Guilt, hot and suffocating, rushed through me. That was my fault. I’d beaten her down, made her feel like she didn’t belong. “Raine. I’m—”
She lifted her hand, placing it to my lips. “I know what you’re thinking. Don’t blame yourself, Carter. I’ve forgiven you for your part. I wouldn’t be here with you if I hadn’t. A lot of this is in my own head, anyway. I just have to keep pushing myself out of my comfort zone, and I’ll get there. Eventually.”
“I won’t leave you,” I promised her. We exited my truck, and I pulled her close to me, tucking her under my arm. We’d left our coats in the truck, and I had a great view down her top to her full breasts. “Did you wear that purposely to tempt me?” I skimmed my hand up over her ribs, stopping just below her tits.
“I might’ve had you in mind when I chose the outfit.” She gave me a coy smile from under her lashes.
“If you were trying to drive me crazy, you succeeded. All I can think about is uncovering your gorgeous body and filling you with my dick.”
“Carter!” She gave a shocked laugh, before it turned into a smirk. “You want to see what’s underneath?” As we entered the open door of the mansion, she ducked out from under my arm, peeling her top off and turning to face me.
I stopped dead, staring at her. I was actually speechless for the first time in my life. She’d worn the Poison Ivy costume she’d worn on Fright Night, or a modified version, at least. The skintight outfit clung to her breasts, and I could clearly see the outline of her nipples. I pushed her against the wall, grinding my hard dick against her, lowering my head to her ear.
“Are you trying to kill me here?” I asked her hoarsely. “How can I walk around here with you dressed like that? I’m about two seconds away from ripping your shorts off and fucking you right now.”
“You’ll have to wait.” She pushed me away, then strolled past me without a care in the world. “Come on.”
“Rai…” There was an actual whine in my voice.
“I’m putting the top back on, don’t worry.” She pulled it back over her head and turned back to me.
“Not doing anything to help.”
She took a few steps back in front of me and smiled as she reached her hand out to grip my dick through my jeans. I groaned at her touch.
“I can’t help it. Now I’m allowed to, I just want to torture you like you tortured me for months.” She released her grip, and I tugged her
