And it feels intoxicating.
I’ve been hard since I grabbed onto him with all my might on the back of his bike.
And no, I’m not going to overthinkthat.Or what’s going on in my starved body right now.
We’re just not going to think about this, brain, got it?
Doesn’t mean I’ll stop feeling like I’m being ripped out of my own skin, though. Doesn’t mean I’ll stop hearing my heart thumping loudly, almost spilling out of my chest.
I’m scared he’ll hear the deafening sound or feel my skyrocketing pulse. What if he believes he’s got me exactly where he wanted? If I’m no longer a conquest, wouldn’t heget bored like all men do? I sure would, so what if that’s what is happening here? Then what?—
My thoughts are interrupted when he shoves me into the room, releasing my hand. As I stumble inside, I refuse to honor the feeling of loss that follows the absence of his hand from mine.
Marcus removes his jacket, tossing it over the chair, then unbuttons one cuff of his crisp white shirt, his bruised knuckles making him look dangerous. “Strip.”
I swallow thickly, mostly because of the dead tone, but also due to the morbid feeling of excitement that just flashed through me.
“Can’t do it yourself?” I shoot back.
“Shut up.” He rolls the cuff of his shirt to his elbow in methodical, controlled movements. “I don’t want to hear your voice unless it’s in agreement. We’re not playing tonight. I’m punishing you for your behavior in the parking lot.”
It’s because I punched and kicked him, isn’t it?
He was the one who came to the club after I clearly told him we’re only arch enemies in public. Though a niggling feeling tells me that’s not really the reason why I lost control.
He ignored me.
After he fucked me, he justignoredme.
You ran away, too, in case you forgot,the only sane demon in my brain whispers.
Yo, some other demon better gag him. Stat.
“I’m saying this for the final time.” He unbuttons his other cuff. “Strip.”
I turn away, removing my jacket in the meantime. It’s just sex. Who the fuck cares?Not me.
“No.” The single word he says falls like a whip on my back. “Turn around.”
I grind my jaw but then force a smile as I face him, pulling my shirt over my head.
His darkened eyes flash to my exposed chest, lingering on the center, where I’m barely tethered together.
And I hate just how much his attention makes me shiver.
I purse my lips. “Happy now?”
His dark gaze snaps to mine. “Drop the attitude.”
“Tough shit, I come with the attitude.”
“That you do,” he grumbles.
“Should’ve picked your battles.” I unbuckle my belt, then unbutton my jeans, pulling them down my legs.
It isn’t until I’m standing in front of him in boxer briefs that I realize I’m willingly getting naked for him.
Whoever the fuck the imposter is who’s invading my insides needs to be exorcized.Now.Thanks in advance.
