Chapter 241/Submission in the Dark Car

Chapter 241: 241/Submission in the Dark Car

Chapter 236

Stephanie’s POV

He didn’t move to open his door as I expected. Instead, he turned his head slowly, his dark eyes locking onto mine.

In a sudden, swift motion, his heavy hand reached across the space and landed squarely on my thigh. His palm wrapped around the fabric of my dress with a hot, possessive grip, his fingers moving in a slow, calculated stroke filled with silent threat.

The blood ran cold in my veins. My breath hitched in my throat from the sudden wave of shock and revulsion.

Every muscle in my body went rigid, feeling the heat of his hand searing through me like a brand, while he calmly watched the chaotic rise and fall of my chest testing the absolute limits of my composure.

My fingers dug into the leather of the steering wheel. Every cell in my body screamed at me to push him away and rip his hand off my lap, but my mind clamped down hard on the impulse.

I have a plan, and I need to execute it flawlessly. He must believe I’ve become just another weak, yielding creature to his whims if I ever want to break free.

Forcing my trembling muscles to relax, I allowed a warm, inviting smile to form on my lips, turning my eyes to him with a look of manufactured submission.

Vincetti leaned in closer, the tips of his fingers pressing heavier into my flesh.

"You’re staying with me tonight..." he murmured, his deep voice dropping an octave as his eyes held mine prisoner. "...at the manor."

My heart squeezed with genuine panic. Keeping my voice smooth and measured, I replied quickly:

"That’s impossible, Mr. Vincetti... I have to go home immediately."

I leaned toward him slightly, emphasizing my words. "Otherwise, Alexander and Cedric will get suspicious, and we won’t be able to keep any of this between us."

A dark, mocking smile touched his lips, fueled by a twisted curiosity.

"And how did Alexander accept the fact that you slept with Cedric so easily?" he asked coldly.

Swallowing the bitter lump in my throat, I offered a flash of fake boldness the bait I needed him to take:

"He accepted it quite easily..."

He pressed closer, his breath hot against my cheek as his voice dropped into a raspy, dangerous whisper:

"Did you three have a threesome?"

I nodded slowly, holding his gaze without flinching.

"Yes."

"And did you enjoy it?"

Suppressing the intense disgust violently rising in my gut, I tilted my head, putting on a coy, practiced affectation:

"Yes... I enjoyed it very much."

His hand shifted downward, his tone turning sharp and dark as he witnessed my deceptive submission:

"I am hard right now, Stephanie..."

A genuine flutter of fear passed through me this time.

"I really have to go home now..." I pleaded softly, pulling back an inch while keeping my terror hidden. "...It’s extremely late."

His hand shot out, his fingers locking tightly around my jawline as he pulled my face inches from his, issuing a cold command that left no room for debate:

"Fine... Just a few minutes."

He tightened his grip on my jaw, his thumb pressing into my skin. "Wrap your lips around my dick and make me come, then you can leave."

My breath caught in my throat as another suffocating wave of revulsion hit my chest. But the dark memory of that videotape in his possession, and the game I had set in motion this morning, bound my hands.

I have to play this degrading role out to the end let him see me at the very bottom of submission so he will finally drop his guard.

I gave a slow, deliberate nod, letting a soft look of defeat wash over my features.

Leaning down into the cramped space beneath the steering wheel, my trembling fingers reached out to undo his belt and slide the zipper down, releasing his rock-hard shaft into the dim light.

Swallowing hard to clear my throat, I parted my lips and took him inside, bestowing the warm, practiced touch he sought to prove I was entirely at the mercy of his desires.

Vincetti closed his eyes and let out a sharp, muted exhale. He buried his heavy palm deep into my hair, holding the back of my head to dictate the rhythm with absolute dominance.

His erratic breath brushed against my face as the quiet sounds of his pleasure filled the cabin. Meanwhile, I counted every agonizing second with a heart burning in hatred, telling myself that every move I made was one step closer to my freedom.

Minutes dragged by heavily as I maintained the forced movements, yet Vincetti showed no signs of coming; he seemed to be deliberately savoring the torture, lost in the sight of my absolute surrender.

Unable to handle it a second longer, I slowly pulled his length from my mouth. Breathing heavily, I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and looked up at him, my voice breaking slightly:

"Mr. Vincetti..."

His eyes opened slowly, piercing through the dark as he cut me off in a stern, rough tone:

"Call me Dominic..."

He leaned down, his eyes narrowing in the dim light. "...when we are alone like this."

Swallowing my dignity, I forced a compliant smile to match his game, adding a slight, playful pout:

"I’m sorry... Dominic. But my jaw is starting to hurt, and I can’t keep going like this for much longer."

His response was immediate and unyielding. Leaning forward, he slammed his large palm firmly against the back of my head, pushing me down toward him with a slow, inescapable force that made me feel utterly powerless.

"Don’t stop now..." he growled, his deep voice dripping with ruthless authority.

"Keep going, and show me if you truly know how to give me what I ask for."

I squeezed my eyes shut until spots of darkness danced behind my eyelids as his grip forced me forward without mercy. A single warm tear escaped and tracked down my cheek, but I wiped it away against my shoulder before he could notice it in the dark footwell.

Taking him back between my lips with trembling hands, I forced myself to maintain a rhythmic, eager pace to mask the sharp pain building in my jaw. I worked with deliberate care, using every ounce of effort to bring him to the edge as quickly as possible so this nightmare would end.

Dominic threw his head back against the leather seat, letting out a sharp, muffled groan as his fingers dug deeper into my hair, guiding the pace with mounting lust. His raspy murmurs echoed softly within the enclosed car while I prayed silently for him to release his load and set me free.

After what felt like endless agonizing minutes of pure humiliation, his muscles suddenly locked tight. With a violent thrust of his hips forward, he spilled his hot load deep into my mouth in rapid, powerful pulses.

His grip on my hair loosened, his arm dropping heavily onto the seat as he gasped for air, placing a hand over his eyes to regain his composure.

I pulled back instantly, forcing myself to swallow the sickening taste. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out a tissue and wiped my lips vigorously to erase every trace of him.

With hands that wouldn’t stop shaking, I fixed his pants, then sat up straight in the driver’s seat, trying desperately to gather the shattered pieces of my breath and dignity.

Turning toward him with difficulty, I painted a look of exhaustion mixed with quiet submission onto my face, whispering in a soft, raspy voice:

"Are you satisfied now, Dominic?... It’s very late, and I really have to go."

Before I could pull away, Dominic reached out and grabbed my jaw firmly, pulling me toward him to plant a long, deep kiss onto my lips. It was filled with a possessive obsession that consumed whatever breath I had left, his lips pressing harshly against mine as if trying to brand his mark onto my soul forever.

When he finally pulled back slightly, his hot breath brushed against my skin as he whispered in a low, unrelenting tone:

"I don’t ever want to let you go, Stephanie... I’m keeping you here with me."

I held my breath, gathering every shred of focus I had left. Looking into his dark eyes, I put on a warm, pleading look to absorb his obsession:

"Dominic... please understand my position. Alexander and Cedric have been waiting for me at home for hours..."

I touched his arm gently, reinforcing the lie. "...If I don’t return right now, they’ll come looking for me, and everything between us will be exposed."

Dominic fell silent for a long moment, his sharp gaze searching my face as if weighing my words. Slowly, his icy expression softened, and he leaned in once more to press another kiss onto my lips gentler than the last, but no less possessive.

And suddenly...

A sharp, rapid knock rattled against the driver’s side window.

The blood instantly turned to ice in my veins, and I whipped my head around in terror toward the sound.