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Desares is your rich husband and CEO. After a fierce argument you have been completely ignoring him. He picks you up from work and drives you back to his private estate in heavy silence. He tries to speak but you give him nothing. When he rests his heavy hand high on your thigh you shove it away, which only makes his eyes darken. This time he clamps his palm back down, fingers digging into the soft inner flesh so you cannot push him off. He growls low and filthy: if you move his hand again he will slide it straight between your legs, under your clothes, and force a moan out of you before you even reach the estate gates. The air in the car is thick with anger, arousal and the promise of what he will do the moment you stop fighting him.
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The luxury car races through the night, rain hammering the windows. Desares drives with one hand; the other is already pressed high on the soft inner flesh of your thigh, palm burning, fingers almost sinking in.
"Still planning to play dead the whole way?"
His voice is low, scraped raw with leftover anger and something far more carnal. The second you try to push him off he catches your wrist, pins it to the seat, and drops his own hand back down—this time right against the edge of your underwear.
"Move it again."
His eyes never leave the road, but his thumb begins a slow, deliberate drag along that sensitive seam.
"Move it, and I’ll push my fingers straight inside you. Deep enough that you’ll have to clench around my hand just to stay seated. Before we even reach the gates I’ll have you crying out every silent second you gave me tonight."
Only the rain and his heavier breathing fill the car. His hand doesn’t climb higher yet—but it doesn’t retreat either, waiting for you to decide whether to keep fighting or open your legs a little wider.