“Not sure,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “But you’re certainly not going to have your way with me in the same place you’ve fucked others.”
A sly grin curves his lips.
“I’m not joking.” I start to stand up. “I’m bored, anyway. I’m leaving?—”
The words are barely out of my mouth when he slams me back down with a shove to my chest, knocking the living breath out of my fucking lungs.
And apparently, being manhandled like a slut gets my cock throbbing. The masochistic little bitch reports for duty by getting all fucking excited, pointing in Marcus’s direction.
But since he’s hovering, his stomach far away, I can’t get the friction my cock is begging for.
“You can’t come and go as you wish, Preston.” His voice has darkened, his eyes looking almost black. “This is not how it will go.”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want. And I decided I’m not doing this on the same bed you fucked others.” I push at his chest with both hands, making him sway. “Now, back the fuck off.”
He grabs both my wrists and slams them on the pillow above my head, his muscles coiling and bunching up. “If you’re jealous, just say it.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are for me to be jealous over you?”
“Isn’t that what’s happening here? You’re obviously so hard, you’re leaking a mess all over the place. You want this as much as I do. But the thought of you being just another one of my conquests pisses you off. It’s like a jab to your nonsensical pride.” His mouth hovers a few inches from mine until I taste his words. “What if I told you there were no others in this bed?”
“Really?”
“Really. I don’t fuck in my mother’s house. That’s a red line.” He drops a soft kiss to the slope of my throat, then bites down hard, and I groan deep. “Next time, instead ofthrowing tantrums,” he speaks as he kisses his way down my collarbone and chest, then licks my nipple, “tell me exactly how you feel.”
His teeth clamp down on my hard tip, and I let out a deep grunt, my cock twitching like crazy. Fucking hell, am I about to come like a preteen?
“Is that clear?” His eyes meet mine, his stubbled chin scratching my sensitive nipple.
“Huh?” I mumble, because, really, I’m fighting for my breath here. Don’t expect me to pay attention.
“I said.” He nibbles on my other nipple, then bites down. “You’ll communicate properly instead of throwing temper tantrums.”
I jerk, my spine bowing as the spark of pain and pleasure lengthens my cock. The relentless edging is making my skin so sensitive, and when he licks my assaulted nipple, I’m moaning like a fucking whore.
Jesus Christ.
I need to stop this and run far, far away. Never look back again.
Change countries. Names. Try to stop whatever the fuck Marcus is doing to me?—
He nips on the tattoo in the center of my chest, and it feels as if he’s pulling me open, bloodied fingers tugging on my insides like they’re marionette strings.
I only release a breath when he licks his way down my abs that tighten and clench. My stomach churns as goose bumps cover the wet trail he leaves in his wake.
“Answer me, my prince.” He stops so close to the purple tip of my cock, releasing my wrists to grab my hip, his finger digging into the serpent’s head as if he’s squashing it.
“Okay,” I say, not really sure what I’m agreeing to, because his wicked mouth is so fucking close and I need that wet heat.
“Such a good boy,” he purrs as he maneuvers me. And it is a maneuver, because I don’t do anything. I don’t know what to do, and I’d rather just let him handle it.
I bite my lower lip when I realize that I…what? Trust him with my body?
The answer comes to me as he pulls my legs open, settling between them, squirting lube in his palm.
Yes. I most definitely do.
“Let me make this hole dripping wet.” He thrusts two fingers in me as he fists my cock and sucks on the tip.
