He moves into me and trails the back of his knuckles down the side of my face as I feel his hard chest pressing up against mine. His head tilts in that creepy way, and for a moment, the fear starts to overtake me again.
Without warning, his lips drop to the curve of my neck and my body freezes as his tongue teases my sensitive skin, but when his hand comes back to my waist and caresses my skin, I find myself relaxing again.
In any other situation, I’d be reaching out and staking my claim, but not here and definitely not now. I’m obviously stupid, but I’m not suicidal. Though something tells me that Marcus isn’t the type of man to appreciate a bold woman.
His hands roam over my body, rough, strong, and determined. His fingers dig into the curve of my ass, hard enough to leave marks as he sucks and nips at my neck and shoulder. It’s intoxicating and freeing, something I never thought I’d feel while locked up in this hell hole.
He teases my body, slipping his fingers down between my legs and exploring every single inch of me, bringing me to the edge only to pull back and deprive me of what I truly need. Another soft moan slips from between my lips and then all too soon, he pulls away again.
The harsh sunlight streaming through the small window plays in his dark hair as I watch his gaze shift over my body, taking in the subtle red marks from his fingers and soft bruising that will fade by the end of the day. Excitement glistens in his eyes, but it’s nothing compared to the fierce desire reflected in my own as he drags his black shirt over his head and shows off his incredible, sculptured body.
Tattoos cover his skin like a haunting masterpiece, sailing over his broad shoulders and winding down his muscled arms, all the way to his knuckles. There’s a beautiful girl across his ribs, and fuck, she looks as though she’s been through the worst kind of hell, but the way he grips my chin and forces my gaze off his body tells me that lingering is not a good idea. Though, I don’t miss the subtle sparkle of the diamond piercing that sits right where the dimple in the girl’s cheek should be.
“Eyes on mine,” he growls, the sound vibrating right through my chest.
I swallow hard and nod. He waits a long moment, his jaw clenched as fury pulses in his gaze, and for a minute, I fear that he’s about to walk out and leave me hanging in the middle of the room, but finally, he releases his vise-like grip.
His hands drop to his pants, effortlessly releasing the button and undoing the fly as my every need and desire tells me to look down, but I don’t dare. I keep my eyes on his, hoping that at some point he’ll be far too distracted and that I’ll finally get a good look at what he’s packing inside those pants.
The heavy material drops to the ground and I watch in my peripheral as his big hand strokes up and down his impressive cock, making my pussy flood with need. I’d give anything for him to fill me right now. To drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. Fuck, to make one of the DeAngelis brothers come undone beneath my touch would be one of those moments that I’d never forget.
He comes back toward me and I suck in a breath, having absolutely no idea how this is going to go. I’m hanging from the fucking ceiling and can barely touch the ground. Though it’s damn clear that he’s done it this way to rob me of any control. I can’t use my hands and I can’t move myself around. I’m at his mercy, and I have to hope that he doesn’t take things too far.
The look in his eyes tells me that this is going to be just as he promised—hard and fast.
Without warning, he grabs me and a squeal tears out of me as I rock against the thick chains, having no choice but to hang my weight into them. His hands slip between my legs and push them wide open as his gaze shifts down to my pussy, taking in every fucking angle as he steps into me and curls my legs around his narrow waist.
Marcus grips my waist, holding me still and with devastating precision, lines himself up with my aching cunt and slams his cock deep inside of me.
I cry out at the sudden intrusion as I throw my head back and get used to the feel of him inside me. He stretches me wide and I groan low, dangling against the chains. I could tell that he was big, but nothing could have prepared me for that, not even any of the broken and over-used toys in my bedside drawer.