92 Forbidden Technique

[Johan's POV]

"Are you not going to answer that?" Alden's voice skipped against his exposed shoulder, hand reaching to the vibrating device in his pocket. "Would you like me to answer it for you?"

He slapped Alden's hand away from the side of his black dress pants, earning him a mischievous chuckle. From the half-opened window to his right, his vision zoomed to Adrian's back several meters away from the car. He had an arm resting on the metal rails as he waited for him to answer his call. 

Johan reached for the window's button, but Alden grabbed his arm, stopping him. He hissed at the smirking man. "Alden! People are gonna hear us!"

"Then let them hear us. I'll let him hear you scream in pleasure so he knows who you belong to."