"Take off that skirt… and let me ruin you."
Ava's eyes widened, stunned. She blinked, looking up at him as if she hadn't heard him right.
"W-What!! Where… M-means…?" Her voice trembled.
Ibrahim tilted his head slightly, the corner of his lips curving. "In the car," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why are you so surprised? Weren't you the one talking about 50-50? Equal trust. Equal risk. Equal surrender."
She tried to control her breathing, "Fifty-fifty means respect... compromise… not stripping down in the middle of a highway—! We're in public! How is that even possible?"
His hands moved from her waist to her hips. She gasped and instinctively placed her trembling palms against his chest, trying to create distance. Her eyes flickered over his shoulder to the nearly empty road. Only two or three cars passed slowly, their headlights hazy behind the curtain of rain. Maybe the storm had scared most drivers away tonight. Maybe fate itself had cleared the road for them.
"The windows are tinted, baby girl. No one will come to see inside." He leaned even closer, his breath warming the curve of her jaw. "And unless you scream loud enough to wake the dead, no one's going to hear a thing either…" His thumbs pressed slightly into her skin through the soaked fabric. "Though personally," his lips almost brushed her ear, "I'd love to hear your screams. That's the thing..... I miss your screams. That raw, broken sound when you call my name like I'm your only salvation and your worst sin at once. Don't act like you've forgotten how good it feels."
His words were making her weak. Ava cursed him silently. Did he even think before speaking? Shameless. Completely, utterly shameless.
Another crack of thunder tore through the sky. The air around them trembled, just like her. The rain poured harder, soaking them down to their bones.
She thought she could manipulate him, use her own power to turn the situation in her favor, but with each word he spoke, it became clearer that she was playing a game he'd already won. His mind moved in ways hers couldn't follow. When her thinking ended, his started, and there was no room for her to outsmart him anymore.
They had already done it once. It wasn't new. And if she had to use it to gain back control, to make him lower his guard… to make him pay in a way he wouldn't see coming…
Then maybe it wasn't such a bad idea.
She could give him what he wanted—because this time, she wouldn't be the one breaking.
She would be the one watching him fall.
Lost in her grim calculations, Ava barely registered Ibrahim's movements until she felt his lips press against the sensitive skin of her neck. His kisses were sending heat through her rain-chilled body. His teeth grazed the delicate curve of her neck, sucking just enough to sting, while his hands gripped her waist, steering her toward the back door of the car. He opened it with a soft click, waiting for her to slide inside. Once she was seated, he followed, closing the door behind them.
Her hand instinctively went to the spot where his lips had lingered, "Did you mark my neck?"
Inside the car, a moody glow pulsed gently from the dashboard. Red and blue lights spilled into the backseat like two clashing emotions—danger and calm, fire and ice. The red lights were warmer and the blue lights came from the under-dash strips and door panels. Ibrahim reached forward and turned on the car's heater, a quiet whirring sound filling the sudden silence.
She looked over at him as he started removing his wristwatch, then his shirt. Now his chest and abs were visible. They looked so tempting, and for a moment, Ava couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to touch them. Could she bite them? The thought crossed her mind, but she quickly pushed it aside. She felt a warmth pooling between her legs, making her close them instinctively. God, she needed to calm down.
He tossed his shirt and watch onto the driver's seat with a dismissive air, then turned to her, "Is there a problem if I mark what's mine?"
Ava swallowed hard, glancing down at her soaked attire. "My shirt... it doesn't cover my whole neck. I have to go home and it will be visible to everyone."
A low chuckle rumbled in Ibrahim's chest at her hesitant reply. Slowly, his hand slid inside the high slit of her fitted skirt. "Will you take it off for me, baby girl? Or would you prefer I do it for you?"
"I-I'm doing it," she pulled it down her legs, followed by the thin strip of her thong, until they lay in a damp heap on the car floor. The moment she was bare from the waist down, Ibrahim's hands were on her, gripping her hips firmly as he lifted her and settled her onto his lap. Ava wrapped her arms around his neck for balance, her bare thighs pressing against his clothed ones.
Then he reached for the buttons of her satin top and undid them one by one. The soft blue fabric parted like a curtain drawn to unveil a hidden treasure. "Since you're so concerned about marks being visible, perhaps you can guide me." he murmured, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts beneath the lace, "Where should I leave my mark? Somewhere private, where only you will know it's there?"
Leaning Ava back between the gap of the front seats, Ibrahim lowered his head and trailed kisses along her side until he reached her waist. "Here?" He sucked Hard — leaving a sting that would bloom into a bruise by morning.
She threw her head back, a moan slipping past her lips as his teeth grazed. Her back arched, pressing her chest closer to him, silently begging for more. Ava heard the faint click as he unclasp her bra, and then watched as he tossed it carelessly towards the front.
'Seriously? Is he using my clothes as some sort of twisted treasure hunt? How am I even supposed to find these things in the later?'
She thought and cursed him as well, yet a strange sensation bloomed in her chest as her breasts were freed. It was like a captive bird taking flight, only to be instantly caught in a stronger, more possessive grasp as his hand closed over one of her breasts.
"Or here, perhaps?" he teased one of her already hard nipples, maintaining a heated gaze with her.
"Just... just skip all this foreplay and get to the point."
Another dark smile spread across his lips, "So eager, baby girl?" His hand tightened slightly on her breast. "If you don't give me some direction, I might just decide to mark every inch of your exquisite skin. Ruin you in the most beautiful way. But since you're being... cooperative... just tell me where you don't want."
Ava blinked. "Just... skip my neck and arms," she conceded softly.
"Ah, that's my good girl," He truly savored her compliance. His head dipped again and his lips closed around her right nipple, not with a gentle caress, but with a desperate hunger. A soft, wet slurp echoed in the car as his lips sealed around her sensitive bud. He sucked again, and then again. It was as if he hadn't tasted water in days and had finally found an oasis.
Despite the anger and resentment that usually simmered within her, Ava couldn't deny the undeniable pleasure that coursed through her whenever his mouth latched onto her nipples. A sharp pleasure shot through her, so intense it made her forgot to breathe. Her body reacted in its own, arching toward him even as her mind screamed in protest. It wasn't fair - how could something that felt so good come from the man she despised the most? The more he sucked and teased, the more her resistant crumbled, leaving her with sensations she couldn't control.
For once, Ava didn't want to think. She wanted to forget everything – the forced marriage, the fear, the lies. She just wanted to be fucked, truly fucked, by him, all through the rain-swept night. Tomorrow could wait, pride could be damned, consequences could be faced later.
She wanted him, only him, all night long, without a shred of mercy, until she was nothing but a creature with trembling skin and gasping breaths, until the only word left in her mind was his name.
He kneaded her like he was memorizing her, like he wanted the ghost of his hands to linger on her skin long after this moment was over. The pressure walked that fine line between pleasure and pain—just shy of too much, but enough to make her breath catch. It hurt, but she stayed quiet—because if he knew how much it stung, he might stop. And she didn't want that. The rhythmic drumming of the rain on the car roof seemed to amplify the wetness spreading between her legs, a sensation far more intense and urgent than she had anticipated.
His hand slid down her stomach, moving lower until his fingers brushed between her legs. He wanted to feel if she was wet—and she was. Soaked. He pressed gently, testing, and when his fingers came away slick, he held them up in the dim light. The proof was right there, glistening. "Look at that..... already dripping for me." His thumb rubbed over his fingertips, spreading her arousal. "Now let's see how long you can stay quiet."
Ava's cheeks flushed a deeper crimson, her shyness evident in the way she avoided his gaze. Seeing her reaction, Ibrahim's smirk softened into a playful grin. He gave her bare ass a teasing slap, and Ava flinched slightly at the unexpected contact.
"Tell me you don't want this." he challenged, "Lie to me. I dare you."
"I wish I could lie," she admitted softly, her gaze dropping, unable to meet his triumphant stare...