“Right on time, hero,” she purred softly, tossing the cigarette onto the gravel and crushing it beneath the heel of her shoe.
Without a word, she opened the rear door of the sedan and slid inside. Rhys followed, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped beast. The door clicked shut, sealing them in a quiet, leather-scented cocoon.
Before Rhys could even speak, Vespera moved with frantic, predatory speed. She peeled her silk dress off, tossing it onto the floorboards, and lunged toward him. Her lips locked onto his in an aggressive, breathless kiss while her hands frantically worked at his belt, stripping him down.
“Vespera, wait—we don’t have time,” Rhys gasped against her mouth, trying to push against her shoulders, trying to bargain one last time. “My wife is literally inside! The entire League is thirty feet away!”
“This is mine,” Vespera whispered huskily, completely ignoring his plea. Her manicured hands slid down his chest, pinning him against the plush leather seats. “Even right now, Omen. You belong to me.”
She guided him down, sliding him smoothly inside her. Rhys gasped, his eyes flying wide as the overwhelming heat enclosed him.
“Slow down—please,” Rhys begged in a panicked whisper, his hands gripping her waist. “Don’t disturb the neighbors. Don’t make noise near the house!”
Vespera only laughed, her voice rising in shameless delight as her pointed cat-elf ears twitched back. “Then give it to me properly!”
She caught a frantic, rhythmic pace, bucking her hips up and grinding down hard against him. Rhys pleaded under his breath, desperately trying to keep control, but Vespera brought her full weight down, rolling her hips with ruthless skill. Rhys held on with everything he had, but the sheer, illicit shock of the moment hit him all at once. With a choked, muffled groan into the dark leather of the seat, he finished hard, his body trembling violently.
“See?” Vespera purred, leaning down to trace her claws over his chest while her spotted tail whipped against the back of the front seats. “I own this entire neighborhood, hero. I can do whatever I want in this car.”
Rhys leaned his head back against the headrest, breathing heavily, praying that this nightmare was finally over so he could run back inside. But Vespera didn’t dismount. Instead, she flipped around in the cramped backseat, shifting her weight onto her hands and knees and presenting her rear to him, her long tail curling temptingly out of the way.
“You want to get back to your sweet little dinner party faster?” Vespera whispered over her shoulder, her amber eyes gleaming through the shadows. “Please me properly, and I’ll let you go.”
Rhys stared, a deep, sickening guilt churning in his stomach. But looking at her, he couldn’t lie to himself—the sight drew him in entirely. He told himself it was just a trade, a quick sacrifice to end the ordeal and protect his life.
He positioned himself behind her and slid back in. Vespera let out a loud, breathless gasp of pure excitement and victory, her fingers digging deep into the leather upholstery.
Rhys started off slow, trying to maintain a steady, controlled pace to keep things quiet. But Vespera didn’t make it easy. The sheer tightness down below created a fierce, maddening resistance, forcing him to work for every inch.
“Is that all the great Omen has got?” she teased softly, mocking him under her breath. “Go faster.”
“I can’t—” Rhys choked out.
Before he could finish, Vespera’s leopard-spotted tail whipped around his waist like a velvet whip. With surprising, feline strength, her tail yanked his hips forward, manually forcing a rapid, violent speed to the bucking. Both of them gasped aloud as the intensity skyrocketed.
From the outside, the dark sedan began to visibly rock on its suspension in the middle of the driveway. A couple walking their dog down the quiet, suburban sidewalk stopped, casting judging, scandalized looks at the shaking luxury vehicle before hurrying along.
Inside, Rhys was entirely at the mercy of the momentum. He gripped her hips, his knuckles white, trying desperately to hold out longer than her. Vespera rode the wave of her own power, her breath hitching wildly until she shuddered, finishing hard everywhere, her body collapsing forward against the leather.
Rhys sank back into the seat, still buried deep inside her, utterly exhausted. He took a long, ragged breath, ready to slip out, clean himself up, and end this nightmare once and for all.
Then, Vespera slowly pushed her hips back down, locking him firmly in place.
Rhys’s heart dropped into his stomach. “Vespera... what are you doing? It’s done.”
A low, wicked chuckle vibrated through her chest. “I lied,” she purred, turning her head to flash a sharp, malicious smile. “And look at you, hero... looks like you wanted to finish again anyway.”
Rhys stared in horror as his own traitorous body proved her right.
Vespera took complete charge. She set a smooth, maddeningly precise pace, rolling her hips at agonizing angles, deliberately targeting every sensitive nerve. She gripped his legs, twisting slightly with every push to drive him completely out of his mind. Rhys bit his own wrist to muffle his moans, his eyes watering from the overwhelming sensory overload and sheer, helpless fury.
“Now,” Vespera whispered, her voice dark and commanding as she accelerated her hips into a furious, relentless rhythm. “Now it’s time.”
Furious, exhausted, and utterly defeated, Rhys gave up fighting the tide. He surrendered to the intense, blinding rush, holding on tight as he finished hard for the second time, releasing everything inside her. Vespera cried out softly, her body tightening around him as she finished right along with him, greedy for every drop, taking all of it in absolute victory.