The punishment

VIOLET

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice a mix of frustration and possessiveness.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

His lips curved into a small, satisfied smirk. “Damn right you are.”

I yanked him back toward me, crashing my lips onto his once more. The sound that escaped him—a low, guttural rumble—vibrated through his chest, a combination of a groan and a growl. My tongue swept across his lips in one hungry, desperate stroke, and just as the heat between us threatened to consume everything, I pulled away, breathless, my chest rising and falling in sharp gasps.

My mind felt foggy but I knew it was only three in the afternoon on a Thursday, and that we were sitting in a car, parked in the middle of nowhere, but none of that mattered now. All that mattered was him.

Without thought, my hands dropped to his belt buckle, fingers shaking with the intensity of my need. I didn’t care about anything else—not the time, not the place. In that moment, I would have dropped to my knees right here in the car if that was all I could have of him.

A tortured noise escaped him. His body stiffened, struggling between restraint and the raw desire pulsing between us. His voice, low and muffled, brushed against me, but I couldn’t make out the words. My focus was entirely on him—the heat radiating from his body, the fierce hunger that crackled between us, pushing me further into madness.

He hiked up my dress, and I let it slide off my shoulders, pooling at my feet. His gaze swept over my body, hungry, possessive. He licked his lower lip, eyes dark with need, and the words that left his mouth were thick with desire.

“So perfect... so fucking mine.”

I straddled his hips, feeling his erection beneath me. A rough breath escaped his lips as his eyes followed my every move, heavy with a lazy, almost possessive hunger. My hands slid up his chest, trailing over thd muscles of his neck and into the thick strands of his hair before moving down the powerful curve of his biceps.

His T-shirt was just in the way, and he didn’t resist as I pushed it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a swift motion. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him—the raw masculinity that radiated from every inch of his body. No matter how many times I’d seen him, touched him, it was never enough..

With a growl, he gripped my hips, pulling me closer, guiding me to sit directly on the hardness pressing against me. The view
pressed against the damp fabric of my panties, and a rush of lust blurred my vision. I couldn’t hold back. I rocked against him, the friction sending shockwaves of desire through my body, the world narrowing to nothing but the overwhelming need to feel him.

He traced the curve of my lips with his thumb, pulling the bottom one down before letting it snap back. I leaned in, hungry for his kiss, but he stopped me, his grip firm on my jaw. His voice was dark, like a warning.

“No more Michael Scofield.”

“I promise,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper, and the moment the words left my lips, he released me. Without hesitation, I crushed my mouth to his, the kiss deep and urgent.

His hand fisted the hem of my panties, and with a swift motion, he tore the fabric at my hip, the sharp sting sending a jolt of heat through me. The fabric slid down one thigh, leaving me exposed, vulnerable beneath his gaze.

I shifted on his erection, moving slowly at first, grinding against him as we locked eyes. The fire inside me burned brighter, hotter, with each movement, until I could almost taste the release that was so close, so painfully close.

A gasp escaped me when he slid his hand into my hair, yanking my head back sharply. His breath was ragged against my ear as he whispered the words that made my pulse race.

“You’ll be the end of me, mouse.”

A shaky breath trembled from my lips, the sound coming out as a needy whimper, betraying just how much I wanted him.

I could only stare at the roof of the car, my chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths, as he pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders, pulling the fabric down to my waist. His fingers then worked the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts to him, and he just looked—his gaze heavy, intense, as if it were touching my skin.

When he captured a nipple in his mouth, a white-hot shock of pleasure shot through me, making my vision blur. His hand left my hair, sliding to my other breast, squeezing it roughly as he continued to suck and lick, switching between them, giving each one equal attention. He slapped one of them, watching it bounce, then nipped at the side, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh like he was marking me, claiming me, as if he could leave a permanent imprint.

My head fell back, my eyes fluttering shut, the sensation making my pulse hammer between my legs. If he didn’t stop, I knew I was dangerously close to falling apart.

He didn’t stop. His touch was relentless, his hands and mouth a blur of pleasure that had me lost in a haze of need. I was so far gone, the only thing I could think of was how much I wanted him—how much I needed him inside me. My hands trembled as I fumbled with his belt buckle, pulling it free and working to release him. He was hot and thick in my hand, so hard it made my pulse quicken. I couldn’t stop myself from pumping him once, a slow, teasing stroke, and he hissed against my neck.

Before I could do more, he gripped my hips, pushing me down, making me sink onto him. I gasped as I felt him stretch me, the sensation overwhelming as I sank halfway onto his length. A low groan escaped his lips, a sound that went straight to my core, and I couldn’t stop the gasp that tore from my own throat.
It hurt. The stretch, the intensity—it still stung. His grip tightened on my hips, and I placed my hands on top of his, trying to hold him back, to stop him from shoving me down the rest of the way. I shook my head, feeling the helplessness of it, knowing it wouldn’t stop him.

“All of it, mouse,” he commanded, his voice low and firm.

The warmth of his words drifted straight between my legs, easing the sting and replacing it with a searing heat that curled in my stomach. One of his hands slipped from mine, trailing down until his fingers brushed over my landing strip, then found my clit. He circled it with deliberate pressure, while his mouth returned to my breasts, licking and sucking, sending waves of pleasure through me. I moaned, each touch feeding the desperate buzz growing between my legs, until, slowly, I slid down, taking him completely inside me.

“Fuck,” he gritted, his gaze fixated on where we were connected, his body rigid with tension. His grip on my hips was bruising, his muscles taut with the effort to hold back. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

The feeling of him inside me was almost too much, so intense I trembled. My body quivered, my vision blurring, and I pressed my face into his neck, trying to steady myself. His heartbeat thudded against mine, fast and frantic.

“You’re so goddamned lucky we’re in a car right now,” he murmured, his voice a low growl in my ear.

His hands were everywhere—down my spine, gripping fistfuls of my hair to tilt my head the way he wanted, then back to my hips, guiding me, urging me to grind harder against him. He slapped my ass, nipped at my neck and throat, sucked at my nipples, each sensation sharp and consuming. The way he surrounded me, held me, letting me move while he kept himself in check, it was all too much. Too overwhelming. Too him.

I came so hard that white-hot spots danced behind my eyes. The fire inside me exploded, spreading a warm, tingling wave through my body, leaving me breathless and lost in the pleasure. My fingers splayed out against the window, grasping for something to hold onto, something to ground me in the storm he’d created. But nothing could take me away from this, from him.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Ryan.”

As I reached the peak again, he swallowed my cries, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that was almost desperate. With one final punishing thrust, his body shuddered beneath me, and he finished inside me. The moment lingered, the sharpness of it fading as he softly nipped at my neck, a rough appreciation in the gesture.

Our heavy breaths filled the car, the silence between us thick and intimate. My body hummed with the aftermath, my skin flushed with the languid, contented bliss that followed.

Then, as I lay there in the comfort of his arms, reality hit me. I had to be at the mall…with Ashley