Rebeka – 16. chapter

Erik agreed to stop by Rebeka’s apartment to pick up a few things. It crossed his mind to argue that she wouldn’t need clothes at all, but he reconsidered. At least it gave him time to decide they wouldn’t be going to his place. He would use the weekend cabin instead.

While Rebeka rummaged through clothes in the closet, he looked around the bedroom. He walked slowly to the nightstand and opened the drawer. At first, he was surprised to find only vibrators and lubricant. For some reason, he’d expected at least handcuffs. Then it occurred to him that it only confirmed what Rebeka made no secret of. She slept alone. He frowned in displeasure, took the toys, slipped them into his pocket, closed the drawer, and turned his attention back to Rebeka. She was already standing there, packed and watching him.

“Ready?” he asked, cockily unsettling her with the double meaning. Without answering, she pulled a face, turned sharply on her heel, and walked out. He smiled to himself and followed her out of the apartment.

Silence filled the car. The road disappeared quickly, but not nearly as fast as her thoughts. Hundreds of images swirled through Rebeka’s mind. Despite her dissatisfaction with the situation, she felt aroused. More and more. The tension kept pulling her memories back to Erik’s body. Athletic, strong, and passionate. Reluctantly, she realized she was getting wet and squirmed in her seat.

“Do you know why you can’t come out of this as the winner?” Erik said suddenly.

“…Because I’m a stupid bitch fulfilling a promise I never really made?” she snapped.

He didn’t let her defiance throw him.

“When I was arranging my ticket to prison,” he continued. Rebeka’s body instantly remembered the wild arousal of that moment. Butterflies fluttered their wings in her stomach.

“…your panties were already soaking wet when I tore them off. I hadn’t even touched you yet and you were beautifully turned on. Now I know you planned it. Unlike me, you knew in advance what would happen. You were ready and horny and couldn’t wait. Because you knew I’d be rough with you.”

Her throat went dry. She stayed silent. Erik smiled.

“You like it that way. I’m sure that if I pulled you out of the car right now and slammed you against the hood, you’d probably come before I was even fully inside you.”

Heat rushed to her face. She exhaled and lifted her nose defiantly.

“Too much confidence,” she said, a little choked, but determined to sound calm.

Erik smiled, amused, and turned his eyes back to the road.

“Lift your skirt up and spread your legs,” he ordered.

She froze for a second and hesitated. Then she pressed her lips together and moved very slowly. In his peripheral vision, he noticed the black fabric sliding over her skin. Then her high heels found steady footing, far enough apart.

Erik didn’t take his eyes off the windshield. He simply removed his right hand from the wheel and slid it under her skirt. Now aware that he could prove she was lying, Rebeka stiffened but managed not to move. He found the edge of her panties and slipped his fingers underneath. He savored the heat and wetness inside them. And the way she held her breath. Her aroused, soft body tempted him to tease her, but he resisted. Just a few light strokes. Then he withdrew his hand. Rebeka closed her eyes, wanting to sink into the floor from shame.

“So much for this subject,” Erik said, turning the wheel and braking sharply.

The butterflies in her stomach took flight all at once.