I watch, dumbstruck, as he stuffs my panties back into his pocket. He’s not kidding. He’s really going to leave me hanging on the edge like this. And the worst part? As much as it pisses me off, it’s kind of turning me on at the same time. When I said that Declan has all of this power over me, I meant it, but I never expected him to use it like this.

And fuck, I think I like it.

But I’m feeling so frustrated, sexually and otherwise, that I have half a mind to finish myself off and make him watch.

The thought of touching myself while his dark eyes drink in every movement sends another rush of heat surging between my thighs. But I know from the intensity in his gaze that two can play this game—and honestly, part of me is already addicted to the delicious torture. So I decide to give in and play along. As much as I crave the release that’s building inside me like a gathering storm, I know that waiting will only make the eventual explosion that much more powerful.

“You’re going to pay for this torture later,” I tell him, then walk to the bathroom on wobbly legs to grab my dress off the back of the door where it’s hanging. He follows and takes the dress from me to unzip it, holding it out for me to step into.

His fingers brush against my skin as I lift and slide one leg through the dress, and my breath hitches because I feel myself growing wetter just from that. But I’m not about to let him see how crazy he’s making me, so I suck in a determined breath and step my other leg through the dress.

“I’m counting on it,” he says with a wicked glint in his eye as he pulls the dress up over my body and zips it for me. He’s not wrong about the time though, so I check to make sure my makeup didn’t get messed up while we were fooling around, wipe off the streak of setting powder on my cheek and apply a few finishing touches, then we head out together.

We take my car, but Declan offers to drive. As we make our way down the streets of Denver, my pussy is still throbbing, and I can’t stop myself from squirming in the passenger seat. He catches it out of the corner of his eye and looks over to smirk at me.

“A little turned on, huh?”

“I can’t decide if I want to kill you or fuck you senseless,” I mutter, shifting in my seat again.

He takes my hand in his and mercifully rests them both on his leg instead of mine. I don’t think I could handle him touching me in any remotely sexual way right now.