Page 72 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

I scoff, folding my arms like that can protect me, like it can hide anything.

“That’s none of your business.”

“Answer me.” His gaze shifts, narrowing just enough to say he caught it, to say he knows what I didn’t say out loud.

“It was one night, Robert.” I lift my chin. “I moved on.”

It sounds right.

It isn’t.

“Little liar.” He smiles, and in a second, my back meets the car, the impact knocking the breath from my chest just enough to disorient me before he’s there, closing in, erasing distance like it was never real.

“Robert…” My voice breaks on his name.

Because I feel it again.

That same dangerous current dragging me under before I can plant my feet against it.

My hands come up, pressing against him, but there’s no strength in them, no real resistance, not when my body is already responding, already remembering, already leaning in.

“Against this car, right now, right here?” He asks, waiting.

I’m breathing hard, so hard. Like a virus, the desire to have him inside me consumes me completely, eating away the last part of my restraint.

“Say yes.” His hand moves, dragging under my dress. “You’re already wet for me.” His hand stops between my legs, fingers sliding across my wetness through the fabric of my thong.

I moan, gripping his jacket, leaning forward as the pleasure overrides my senses.

“I’m waiting.”

My breath catches. My body answers before my mind does.

“Yes.”

That’s all it takes.

His mouth crashes against mine, my hands gripping, pulling him closer, closer, like I can’t get enough, like I never could.

My thong is ripped, his fingers stroking my clit. My hands gripping and dragging his hair and shirt.

In a breath, I’m undone, and one of my legs is wrapped around him. In another, he’s sliding inside me, ripping apart what has been closed for four years.

I scream, clamping a hand over my mouth to keep me quiet as pain and pleasure sprint through me.

The rush is blinding.

Inducing.

Provocative.

He doesn’t slow down or let it build. He gives it to me just how I want it. How I've imagined it for years.

Fast. Relentless. Like he’s chasing something and I’m right there with him, caught in it, dragged deeper with every second that passes.

My breath breaks, again and again, my fingers gripping hair, my body giving in completely, moving with him.

It’s too much.