Taking

The city glowed below us in the distance; so far away it almost looked harmless. We sat in silence, the hum of the car long since faded. The night was thick with tension, not from the world outside, but from the one simmering quietly inside me.

I didn't know what came over me when I told him to get in the backseat. I just… wanted, no, I needed him to.

I stared out the tinted window, jaw tight. I hated the way my body ached, hated that I could want something so badly and still feel nothing inside. 

I snapped. 

"Undo your belt," I said, voice low.

There was no hesitation. I heard the faint shift of leather, the snap of metal, the sound of his zipper sliding down as he undid his fly. My heart beat faster, not from nerves, but anticipation. 

 Power, that heady, addictive feeling that came from knowing I had control over every breath in this car.

"Bring it out." I ordered. "Show me."