Chapter 10

• "Show me who I'm getting involved with," she says defensively.
• Maskyn smiles maliciously.
• "Get out of my car," he orders.
• "I'm not getting out. I suggest you obey, pretty face," she retorts.
• "The thing is, nobody gives me orders, especially when they're on my property. So, I'm the one making suggestions, not you. Don't tempt me, Dakota."
• She looks at him and then raises an eyebrow in disgust.
• "I see you're different from all the other men."
• "Yes, I am! And that's why I caught your attention."
• "So conceited?"
• "I always speak my mind! Now, either you get out or I'll make you, little mouse."
• "Hey, you're despicable."
• "Are you sure? I think you've encountered worse men than me."
• "More than you! No," she says, looking him up and down.
• "Why don't you speak directly? Is it that difficult for you?"
• "What are you talking about?"
• "You want rough sex, babe. That's why you're here."
• She smiles wickedly.
• "You're provoking me to send you to hell."
• "They've tried, and here I am, alive. Believe me, it doesn't affect me."
• She rolls her eyes.
• "So, are you getting out or am I making you?"
• Annoyed, she tries to calm down.
• She looks at Maskyn and takes off her shirt in front of him.
• He smiles arrogantly and shakes his head.
• "What do you want, Dakota?" he asks, taking out a cigarette and placing it in his mouth before taking out his lighter.
• He lights the cigarette and then puts the gold lighter back in his pocket.
• "Aren't you going to say anything?" she asks, staring at him intently.
• "I've seen plenty of breasts, even bigger than yours. I'm not saying they're bad."
• She makes a disgusted face.
• "Bothered? As I said, I like to speak my mind, even though your breasts aren't that bad. I thought you slept with many men because of your ambition, but seeing this, either you have little sex or you don't let anyone touch your breasts, which is irrelevant since you've exposed them to me," says Maskyn, taking a drag of his cigarette and blowing the smoke towards Dakota's pale face.
• "Well, then I don't have to waste my time with you," she says, preparing to leave.
• "Ha! You're not going out like that, are you?" Maskyn asks, seeing her without a shirt.
• "And what do you think, idiot?" Dakota says with a devilish smile, opening the car door and getting out. There are few people around because it's already 5 am.
• She starts walking when she feels someone grab her hand and pull her.
• "What are you doing? Let go of me!" she says, trying to free herself from his grip.
• Maskyn corners her against his car.
• "Look at me, Dakota," he orders.
• "Screw you, let me go," she says without looking at him.
• Maskyn grabs her cheek firmly to make her look at him.
• "You look sexier when you behave like a wildcat, babe. But I'll tell you something, you should never tell me what to do. It's always about what I want."
• "In that case, I'm not willing to enter your circle of sluts, so let me go."
• "Now you're playing hard to get when you were dying to be in my arms."
• She makes a disgusted face.
• Maskyn tightens his grip and feels her breasts.
• He leans towards her lips and looks into her eyes, then looks at her lips in an enticing way. He moves closer as if he's going to kiss her, but he doesn't. Instead, he moves towards her neck, breathing heavily to make her feel his heat. She's attentive to his every move, even though she desires for that bastard to kiss her and destroy her.
• "Your nipples are so hard, I might bite and lick them, suck them until you go crazy and beg for more."
• "You're a damn bastard," she says, already aroused.
• "Are those your orgasm words? Because that's how I like it!"
• She closes her eyes, Maskyn looks around to make sure no one is coming from that side of the car, grabs her hands and places them at each end.
• "Let me go, let me go," she said desperately.
• He smiles with the most perfect and wicked smile, capable of wetting a woman's panties.
• He leans towards her chest and with such expertise, knowing exactly what he's doing, he runs his tongue over her nipple, gently bites and sucks, stealing an exquisite moan for his ears.
• He releases her shortly after, takes off his jacket and covers her.
• "Get in the car," he says.
• "No, not now, if you want to, do you think I'll listen to you?"
• "You have no choice, either you get in and give me pleasure or what's left in my car, I won't give it back to you."
• She looks at him somewhat worried and indeed, out of anger, she leaves her bag.
• She shakes her head and gets into the car, but only to get her bag. Maskyn, knowing what she was going to do, stands behind her and gets into the car, pressing the small keychain that controls the car's security, ensuring that she can't get out.
• Dakota angrily hits the car window, he smiles maliciously, walks calmly and quickly locks the car, not giving Dakota a chance to get out.
• "So now you're kidnapping me?" she says, putting on her shirt, but Maskyn takes it off.
• "If you came here to seduce me, then finish what you were doing."
• "No, I don't want to, let me out, you can find someone else, how pretentious you are, I'm sure you have many waiting for you."
• "You're right! But in this case, I have you willing to please me."
• "Hah! What makes you think that's the case?"
• Maskyn takes out another cigarette, he smokes a lot when he feels restless.
• "Your intimate part is wet and throbbing with excitement," he says.
• She observes him, her breathing is agitated.
• "Your breathing is agitated and paused, you want to control yourself, but you hate not being able to because this bastard, as you call me, disrupts every part of your being. Right now, you want me to make you mine."
• Maskyn smiles.
• "But despite that, your nipples have become hard again, and that's because you like my dominant nature, because you usually manipulate and seduce men to get your way. That's why I made an impression on you. Besides, I know you want me to put my fingers back into your femininity."
• "You're lying!" she exclaims, stunned.
• "You're lying! Why are you tensing your legs as a sign that you can't resist anymore?"
• "Damn degenerate."
• "Maybe you should come and say hello to my little friend. Not to brag, but it's quite big."
• "Are you going to stand there looking at me or are you going to do as I say while I drive aimlessly?"
• She swallows.
• Maskyn watches her as he finishes smoking, the car is filled with smoke.
• She smiles and undresses completely in front of Maskyn.
• He starts the car, rolls down the window a bit and throws the cigarette butt out, then rolls it back up and drives without a specific destination.
• She, now naked, approaches him, very close to his lips, looks at his lips and then smiles, goes down to his manhood, unbuttons his pants, and does her job.
• Maskyn sensually bites his lower lip, driving her even more crazy.
• Meanwhile, he puts on some music with one hand while the other holds the steering wheel.
• He plays a song that is perfect for the moment.
• Dakota stops to look at him and says, "You like songs by 'The Weeknd'?"
• "Some of them, and this one because it's more sensual."
• "Surprising," she says and continues. Maskyn keeps his gaze on the road, with one hand driving and with the other, he takes the liberty of slowly running two fingers along her back, making her arch even more.
• He continues until he reaches her forbidden point, lightly brushing his fingers there as a confirmation.
• Since she didn't complain but instead trembled, he inserted a finger there, but seconds later she pulled back.
• "Come up carefully," he orders in his hoarse voice.
• She sucks him once again and takes him out of her mouth, climbs on top of him carefully, adjusts herself, and once she feels him inside, she moves up and down. Her breasts are in Maskyn's face.
• "Who's driving?" she asks, staying still.
• "The car drives itself. Just keep moving like that, and while you do, I want you to squeeze tighter," he says.
• She smiles wickedly and does exactly as he tells her. It's pure ecstasy, what's happening inside that car. Moans that she can't control, but instead screams without shame.
• And that's a point in her favor because Maskyn doesn't like limits, unless he sets them or certain limits. But as long as he doesn't, he likes it wild and crazy.