Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Then, as the car madly whips around, Raiden pulls back from my kiss for just a second before reaching for the gun I’d tossed in the center console. Our bodies whip around, and just as the car turns, Raiden lifts the gun, and in a flash, squeezes the trigger and lets off the perfect shot, directly through our shattered back windshield, through the window of the SUV, and straight between the eyes of the driver.
The SUV swerves, diving to the right-hand side of the road and hitting a large boulder that sends it flying up into the air and crashing back down with incredible force. It tumbles hood-over-trunk six times before coming to a fiery stop, all while our car continues spinning off the edge of the road.
We hit a ditch, and the momentum tips the car, rolling us over through the desert, every side of it caving in on us with the impact. Raiden holds on to me, his arm braced so securely around my waist that I don’t move even an inch.
The car comes to a stop, flat on its four tires, and I let out a breath—only to suck in a new one as the engine ignites. “Fuck,” I groan, having had every intention to still fuck him right here in the totaled car.
“Shit, Firecracker. You good?”
“Yeah,” I say, already searching for a way out. All four doors are useless, and while the windshield is smashed and easy to climb through, we’d have to crawl through the flames just to get our feet on the ground.
Which leaves only the shattered sunroof that’s mostly caved in over us, or the back windshield. It’s not on fire, but getting through to it past the destroyed back seat is going to be a mission.
Sunroof, it is.
The space beneath the steering wheel is limited, and I’m surprised Raiden’s knees are still intact, but getting him out shouldn’t be an issue.
With that in mind, I get a move on, reaching up and locking my fingers around the frame of the sunroof before starting to pull myself up.
“Whoa. Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Raiden questions. “You started something here, and we’re not leaving until you finish it.”
I settle back onto his lap, holding his stare, my brows furrowed. “Not sure if you’ve realized this, but the car is on fire.”
A devilish smirk stretches across his lips. “And it’ll still be on fire when we’re done,” he tells me, his hand gliding up my spine and bracing around the back of my neck, holding my stare. “You’re not afraid of a little heat, are you, Firecracker?”
Fuck, this man knows how to pull my strings just right.
There is a real possibility that the car will explode, that the fire will take hold of the upholstery and send us both up in a screaming ball of flames. Or hell, even something from our bags of weapons could detonate. Actually, it’s almost a fucking guarantee, but do you see me moving? Hell no.
I grin back at him. “You’d think by this point in our . . . relationship, you’d have figured out the risks involved with challenging me,” I tell him, reaching down between us and curling my fingers around his belt as the fire rages at my back, sweat already beading on our skin. “I’m not afraid of the heat, Raiden. The real question is whether you can handle it?”
A wicked chuckle sounds through the burning car. “Firecracker, I can’t just handle the heat, I am the fucking heat.”
“Damn straight, you are.”
He pulls me right back into him, and as I kiss him, greediness rips through me. I hastily finish freeing him from the confines of his pants, both of us knowing that this needs to be hard and fast before we both lose this wild little game we’ve been playing.
My fist pumps up and down that massive pierced cock, and as I work him, he grips my waist and lifts me just enough to free me of my pants as I hastily try to kick off my shoes.
He settles me straight back down over him, straddled and ready as he reaches down between us and slowly pushes two thick fingers deep inside me. He immediately begins working me, his fingers curving just the way I like, and I suck in a breath. Raw pleasure pulses through my veins, hotter than the fire at my back.
“Fuck, Raiden.”
I tighten my grip on his cock, my other hand clutching his big shoulder, my nails already digging in. I tip my head back, my eyes closed as he finds my G-spot and instantly sends me into a spasming mess.
“You like that, Firecracker?” he grunts, his grip tightening on my ass. “Are you ready for me?”
“God, yes.”
He lifts me again, his fingers pulling from within me as I guide him to my entrance. He slowly lowers me back down, and I take him inch by inch, my walls stretching around his sheer size. “Oh, fuck,” I pant, my legs already shaking, knowing exactly what’s about to come.