Taboo Unchained(29)

“Twat,” I repeat, looking over at Audra. She's studying me in a way I don't like. I'm going to have to find my way under her skin again, analyze her to the point of discomfort. Remain in control. That's what I need to do. “Is that the dirtiest word you can think of?” Audra frowns at me, her full lips so plump and luscious that I have to actually fight an urge to lean over and bite at them.

“Cunt. Cock. Pussy. Dick.” Audra shrugs. “I think those are worse.” She leans back against the leather seat with a sigh, closing her eyes and sliding her hands up her own shoulders until she's gripping the headrest behind her. I watch Audra for a moment, trying to decipher her mood, her actions. She doesn't seem to feel any remorse for Mark's death, nor does she seem all that scared of being caught. Good. I don't like jumpy clients.

“Any of which would have been preferable,” I say, starting up the car and wishing I didn't have to do this. What a pain. “But her transgressions are almost nothing compared to yours, don't you think?” I ask, prompting Audra to get angry again. I don't know why, but it bothers me how comfortable she's acting right now, like she belongs here, in my car with me. We've only just met, and I have clients I've known for years that I don't like to act that way.

“Why?” she snaps, sitting up suddenly and spinning to face me. I notice Miss Holiday has forgone a seat belt. Interesting. Yet another sign of how little she cares for herself. “Because I did what you were going to do anyway?” I scoff. I try not to, but the emotion slips.

“I would've done a much better job of it.”

She laughs at me, actually laughs at me. I slam on the brakes and turn to face her, my car idling in the middle of an empty street. I'm seething, practically foaming from the mouth, like some kind of animal, like a beast, like a rabid wolf. I slam my back into the seat and close my eyes, straightening my shirt and taking a deep breath. What is it with this woman? I don't hate her like I do Clarice or Pamela, but she infuriates me like no one else.

“And you have an anger problem,” Audra breathes, her mouth strangely close to my ear. When I open my eyes, I can see us in the rearview mirror, faces precariously perched, just inches from one another. I want to wrap my hands around her slender throat, thrust my cock deep inside of her. Instead, I go still, like a dead man, like a corpse, a bloodless sack of flesh. I go so still that Audra hesitates, licking her lips and pausing with her fingers just millimeters from the tender flesh of my wrist.

“Hardly,” I say, and the word echoes strangely in the enclosed space of the car.

“Pamela says you kick her around, make her lick the floor clean with her tongue, force her to masturbate for you. But she never said anything about this rage.” Audra's fingers clamp around my wrist and I hiss in a breath between my teeth. Strangely enough, I think of Isadora, the way she always touched me with such tentative fingers, like I was breakable. Audra clutches at me like I'm the opposite. Strangely, I imagine myself somewhere in between. “She never told me that you were off your fucking rocker.”

“I assure you, I'm quite sane.” I reach over to Audra's fingers with my left hand and pry them off, enjoying the silky texture of her skin much more than I rightfully should. “Even though Pamela is a blustering idiot, she listens. You, on the other hand, have a mouth on you.”

“Oh, boo,” Audra says, pouting her lips and rising up to her knees, leaning closer to me. Her breasts brush against my upper arm, tantalizing even with the bit of fabric between us. “Poor little woman has a mouth on her. Should I just be seen and not heard then?” I watch as Audra drops her hands to my pants, freeing my cock from inside with a skillful touch. She doesn't fumble at my slacks like some girls, just masterfully opens them and watches hungrily as I burst free.

“It has nothing to do with you being a woman. Believe me, I know women are the superior half of our species. I just think you have more bark than you do bite. I see a sad, sad girl with a dirty past and a miserable future. I think you'd do well to listen to me.” Audra's hand wraps around my cock, squeezing tight, drawing a small growl from my throat. A growl. A sound. I don't make sounds. I choke back another and pretend I'm allowing this to happen from a practical perspective, that I'm simply interested in learning more about my potential new client.

You're in the middle of the street, Lucas, I tell myself. With a body in your trunk. It's still early enough that you're conspicuous driving around in this neighborhood. I ignore my more intelligent side, letting the demons take over, listening to them howl inside my heart as Audra works her magic. Her fingers glide along my shaft with an expert touch, arousing my body to within an inch of my own sanity. My right hand comes up and curls in her hair, wrapping the silken red tendrils around my knuckles as I force her head down, jam my cock into her hot, eager little mouth.