XVII

At the end of an exhaustive car journey, Marco pulls up outside of a pretentious clothing store. He gets out of the car, shutting the door with force, and doesn't bother waiting for me before advancing to the door.

As soon as we step foot in the store, we are greeted by a sales assistant. Marco makes small talk with her and I stand beside him awkwardly waiting for them to wrap up the convocation. A few moments later the assistant guides us over to an empty changing room.

Before entering, I scan a rack of clothing and pick up a lacy underwear set. "What do you think of these?" I joke. He glares at me in provocation and drags me towards the dressing room. "Why don't I help you try them on, bella" He proposes. I shake my head vigorously but am smart enough to know that Marco Cortez does not take no for an answer.

"Aren't we engaged?" He asks, an irritable smirk appearing on his face. I let out a sigh of frustration and look down at the ring on my finger.

"If you insist." I say sarcastically.

With a mocked bow, Marco grabs the outfits I point at and follows me into the very last changing room. We step inside and he runs his eyes over my body. The changing room suddenly feels too small and too hot.

The bastard knows I want him to look... But you know what? Two can play at that game.

"Want to undress me?" I ask, looking up at him from under my lashes. Marco lowers himself onto his knees, his fingers attached to my waistband. "So easy to get you on your knees for me." I say through a smile. Marco lets his finger graze against my leg, causing an involuntary shudder.

"Strip me naked, but I don't want any funny business." I snap. He glances up at me and stares me directly in the eye. "I'll be good. Oh, well, as good as you want me to be." He replies.

Still on his knees, he pulls down my leather trousers. I step out of them, one leg at a time, under Marco's burning gaze. With one hand placed on my hip, he uses his other hand to trace a line down my naked stomach. The thought of Marco seeing me naked shoots a new wave of anticipation through me. He smirks widely as he pulls down my panties ever so slowly, brushing his fingers against my inner thigh.

"Am I making you hot?" He asks, gazing at me with his lust filled eyes. He lowers his gaze and the low chuckle in his throat turns into a growl.

"Maybe you are." I reply.

My inner thighs clench at the memory of all the things Marco Cortez used to do to my body. He is now near enough for his warm breath to caress my aching core.

"Are you good in there?!" The sales assistant calls out from behind the door. The sound of her voice snaps both of us out of our daze. Marco doesn't even try to hide the calamity in his face."We're good." Marco replies as he turns to face me. "We'll continue this later." He adds, rising from his knees.

"How about we continue this never." I snap, grabbing a dress off of the rack and hurriedly putting it on. I turn around to look in the mirror but find it hard to keep my eyes on myself when Marco's looking insatiable behind me.

"A work of art." He comments . "Yes it's beautiful." I reply, flattening out the dress. He lets out a chuckle at my words. "I wasn't talking about the dress." He exclaims with a smug look on his face.

His voice comes out huskily and I avoid looking in his eyes because I know my gaze will turn ravenous the second it meets his. "Let's go." I demand, walking past him without giving him a second glance. Harsh footsteps trailing behind me confirm he is following me out of the store.

As we venture back out into the spirited streets, Marco comes to a halt in front of an unknown vehicle. "Is that yours?" I ask, intriguingly. "I might be a king here, but even I don't have cars just lying around all of New York City." He replies.

"Maybe your not as powerful as you claim." I snap as Marco fumbles around in his pocket. He pulls a pin out of his pocket and starts working on the lock. "Are we seriously stealing a car right now?" I ask.

"Any objections?" He questions back. He stares me down, and an unexpected thrill runs down my spine. He takes my silence as an answer and continues with the lock. After a few lengthy moments, Marco manages to unpick the lock and swing open the door.

"Get in." He demands, placing his hand on the small of my back. "Don't order me around, Marco." I snap.

"Don't be an ass, Lana. Do as I say." He orders, nudging me inside the car. With one, long, assertive look, I collapse down in a seat. Marco starts the car and I'm sitting in the passengers seat when I notice him frowning over at me.

"Are we just going to fucking sit here for an hour or can you actually drive?" I yell irritably. Before I know it, Marco pulls me onto his lap with little effort. "What the hell are you doing?" I ask.

"What does it look like? You are going to steer the wheel." He demands, holding me down in place. "Sorry but i'm not interested in straddling you." I sass.

"Why? Afraid you wont be able to resist me?" He asks, turning my face to his with his hand.

Ugh that stupid grin! He knows just what buttons to push. But I know exactly how to turn him on, I'll give him a taste of his own medicine.

"You should worry about your own self-restraint." I comment, sliding fully onto Marco's lap. I make sure to wiggle a bit before settling down.

"Get comfortable, your in for a bumpy ride." I say as I feel his bulge getting rock hard, betraying his arousal. I smile to myself, knowing that it's still so easy for me to afflict that reaction. I drive off with Marco managing the pedals and me steering the wheel. I bend my chest over the wheel, pressing my ass harder into him as I do. Marco places his hand on my waist and starts gliding it down my hips.

"Touch me, and we'll have to walk the rest of the way." I snap. "You're forbidding me from touching you?" He asks. "I'd forbid you to speak if I could. But yeah, I'll settle for touching." I mutter. He growls his disapproval, but he takes his hand off my hips anyway.

And this is where the real fun begins.

I spot a side road that's in the process of resurfacing and turn the wheel at the last moment. "What are you doing?" Marco asks, coldly. "I'm feeling up for a little detour." I reply.

I use every bump in the road as an excuse to tease Marco by grinding against him. I giggle just as I run into another bump, and I feel Marco thrusting against me even harder.

"Fuck." He mutters under bis breath. "Something wrong?" I ask innocently. He lets out a groan in frustration, which only deepens my satisfaction. "That's not fair, you know?" He remarks. "What isn't?" I question through innocent eyes.

"That you slide your ass up and down on me and refuse to let me touch you." He exclaims. "I don't know what you're on about." I reply.

"You're a tease and you know it."

Marco pushes beneath me and I wriggle back and forth to tame some of my own pleasure. I hit another bump and Marco goes completely still behind me. "You like this, don't you." He speaks. "No." I reply.

"Don't lie to me. Nobody knows your body better than I do, Lana." He remarks as he leans closer to my ear, pushing his impossibly hard length against my ass.

I feel heat building between my legs and my nipples pressing hard against my bra. "Let me touch you. Say yes." He proposes. I ignore his proposition, sparking frustration inside of him. I exit on main road and we drive in silence for the remainder of the journey.

So much fucking sexual tension.

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