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It didn’t matter.

The greedy squeeze of her palm against my ass told me that she needed this just as bad as I did. Worse, possibly.

Her lips closed around my collar bone greedily, sucking as she tugged on the zipper of my sweatjacket. Underneath, I was still wearing sweat and glitter from my performance, though I’d ditched the pasties the moment I was done on the stage.

Her mouth dropped down to my chest, tongue lapping recklessly against my skin. As her teeth grazed my nipple, my head fell back and my spine thudded hard against the steering wheel.

The blast of the horn mixed with my moan for only a second before Cyrus cupped the small of my back, reclining her seat with her free hand. I was straddling her, hands pressed to either side of her head, hips still grinding along the length of her.

She didn’t miss a beat. Beneath me, she had easy access to my chest, sucking my sensitive bud as her hands tugged ravenously at my sweatpants. “Off.”

I moved to comply, but there was only so much maneuvering two bodies could do in the driver’s seat — especially when she refused to let me more than an inch away from her.

“Fuck it,” she growled. She ripped the pants down around my knees, exposing just enough of my skin to give her what she really wanted.

Not bothering to untie the string at my hip, Cyrus slid her thick, tattooed fingers beneath my g-string, letting out a groan as my pleasure coated her fingers.

“Fuck Tess. Do you know how hard it was not to touch you?”

I rolled my hips against her hand, plunging two of her fingers inside of me with the motion. My eyes rolled back, but I didn’t dare let up as my fingers dug into her shoulders. “Do you know how hard it is to dance when all I can think about is this?”

Cyrus' breathing picked up as I rode her fingers. I was dripping — it had to be pooling all over her palm, all over her leather seats. But a single ravenous look told me exactly what would happen if I stopped to ask a stupid question.

“Tess. Fuck, Tess.” The words weren’t a whine as much as a threat. I rode her harder, my moans growing louder as she curled her fingers inside of me, massaging my clit with her thumb. But my excitement only made her expression darken.

“Get out of the car.”

“What?”

She didn’t repeat the question before reaching for the handle and throwing the door open. “Out.”

The chill that claimed me wasn’t just the night air. What was her plan? To kick me out? To make me walk home?

But I didn’t have a chance to ask before she was sliding her fingers out of me and practically throwing me out herself.

I wobbled, barely landing on my feet. My slides were still in the passenger footwell, abandoned in my horny haste. The dirt was cold and rocky beneath my bare feet.

I’d hardly processed any of that when, to my surprise, Cyrus stood up too. “Kneel.”

The tremor of fear that passed through me couldn’t be helped — nor could the fact that my eyes flicked to the holster at Cyrus’ hip. Still, I complied.

She wouldn’t. I knew deep in my gut that she wouldn’t. But I’d nearly tasted death at her hands before. That night in the cove wasn’t so far behind us.

Yet so much has changed.

Cyrus followed my gaze, pulling back her jacket to expose the weapon. “This?”

I nodded nervously. As she pulled it from its holster, the gun glistened in the moonlight. “I don’t need this to hurt you, Ragdoll. You know that by now. This is here for anyone stupid enough to look at you in a way I don’t like. Anyone stupid enough to look at you at all.”

The gun clicked softly as she turned it over in her hand, and I jumped at the sound.

Suddenly, a wicked grin spread across her lips. “You do look so very pretty when you’re afraid… Open your mouth.”

“What?” I swallowed hard, but there were no follow up questions before Cyrus gripped my chin, turning my head up toward her crotch. The barrel of the glock hovered just in front of my lips, the gun’s muzzle pointed to the ground.

“Lick it.”

I did as she said, leaning forward as much as her grip allowed. As my tongue traveled the length of the cool metal, a chill prickled my skin. Her eyes were intense, hungry as I submitted to her.