Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Unlikely. Women who drive Lamborghinis aren’t getting a thrill out of grand theft auto and going on joyrides, but I wouldn’t entirely write that off. Kiara has surprised me at every turn. Maybe stealing cars gets her worked up. Who knows? It’d certainly get my blood pumping.
Refusing to march my ass back up there and knock on her door, I madly search the parking garage, trying to figure out where the hell she stashed my car. After making my way around it four complete times, I come to the realization that it’s not down here.
Should I have anticipated this happening? Yes. But to be fair, the first time I parked directly in the center of the shared parking space, I didn’t read the sign properly. Honest mistake, but every time after that? Well, I get my thrills wherever I can. Just knowing that her sweet face would scrunch up with irritation every time she saw her spot taken brought me the greatest joy, and while I know I should be pissed that my car has vanished out of thin air, I can’t bring myself to be annoyed about it. Hell, I’m fucking thrilled that she takes the bait and plays along. Best foreplay I’ve ever had.
Realizing she most likely had it towed, I make my way out of the parking garage to the street. I can deal with the car when I get back in a few days. It’s not important enough to me, but I like that she tried.
Pulling out my phone, I open the Uber app, but my head whips up with the cry of a car alarm cutting through the street. I follow the sound, and right across the street is my Audi.
“What the fuck?”
As I make my way toward it, a thought occurs to me: what are the chances the alarm went off by itself? Almost impossible, which means my new feisty neighbor is around here somewhere, watching her little creation unfold like a daytime drama.
Glancing around, I come up with nothing on the street. When my gaze sails up the side of the apartment complex, there, standing in the open window of apartment 304, is Kiara St. James, a proud-as-fuck grin stretched across her face.
“Have a good day at work, honey,” she calls, making sure the whole street can hear her. “Did you want me to order that mega strap-on for you? I know we talked about it, but I’m concerned about what kind of impact your fragile little asshole can handle.”
Fuck me.
Pulling the key fob out of my pocket, I unlock the Audi to get the car alarm under control, and as I cross the road and glance up at the third-story window, I can’t help but grin right back at her. “Order it, Firecracker. But remember, I’m only going to let you peg me if you stop calling me by your dad’s name when I’m eight inches deep.”
“Eight? Baby, I’d hate to break it to you, but you’re only packing five. If you could make it anywhere near eight, I’d be screaming for Jesus, not my father.”
“Just you wait ’til I get my hands on you, Firecracker. You’ll be screaming, alright, but it won’t be for Jesus.”
Something seems to sparkle in Kiara’s stunning green eyes, something dangerous and yet recklessly wild that makes my cock spring to life. “I’ll be counting down the hours.”
“I bet you will.” I finally reach my car and open the door, but the horror before me rips the smirk right off my face. Every inch of my car is filled to the brim with sparkly pink glitter that rushes out and covers the street.
Kiara’s howling laugh rumbles from behind me, and as I start to scoop the pink shit out of the car, being covered from head-to-toe, it dawns on me: I like this girl, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t do whatever it takes to ruin her fucking life.
CHAPTER 6
KIARA
Pride swells through my chest as I collapse against my couch. Did I need to tell the whole street that he has a small dick and likes to be pegged by mega dildos? Absolutely not, but was it some of the best fun I’ve ever had? Damn straight.
It’s barely eight in the morning, but already, today has been a day of wins for me.
Not only did I get to publicly humiliate Raiden on the street and fill his car with a ton of bright pink glitter that he will never get rid of, but I also gave him a taste of his own medicine.
Being woken to the sound of your neighbor getting off is never a treat for anybody, and I made sure to put on one hell of a show. Is a portion of my back already starting to bruise from how thoroughly I was throwing myself against the wall? Sure, but was it worth it? Damn straight it was.