My fists curl, bleaching my knuckles white from the force.
And to think this man believes I’ll fall in love with him? I want to laugh in his fucking face. No, I want to add my own scars to his face. Cut it up until he’s nothing but ugliness, just like he is on the inside.
Again, I do as he says. I slide my thong to the side, plunge my middle finger in deep, and present him with the only fuck you I can give, my arousal glistening on the digit.
He smirks at my dig, not the least bit bothered. Embarrassment clouds my vision, but I don’t let him see it. He’s getting nothing but poison from me.
He grabs my hand and brings my finger to his mouth. I resist his hold, but I’m powerless against him. His warm, wet mouth wraps around my finger and sucks off my juices in one swirl of his tongue. I hiss through my teeth, those electric waves shooting from where he licks me and throughout my body. His eyes roll backwards, acting as if he’s sucking on the best lollipop he’s ever had.
I can’t control how my stomach tightens, and thighs clench in response. I’m drenched and embarrassed.
He pops my finger from his mouth, and it takes massive strength not to send my fist into his dick.
He finally releases my hair from his grip, and I scramble away from him.
Zipping up his jeans, he looks down at me. I can only see a sliver of his face from the moonlight, but what I do see makes me feel murderous.
He’s not looking down at me smugly like I had expected. His face is arranged into a blank mask as if what just happened didn’t affect him at all. And that—that is so much worse.
“You want to know the best part?” he asks quietly. “I was going to tuck you into bed and leave you alone tonight. But you seem to forget that just because I am wholly yours, little mouse, I am not a nice man.”
Chapter 22
The Shadow
M y little mouse decided to get a change of scenery today. Maybe she wanted to get away from the house that I seem to keep popping up in.
As if sitting outside of a bar and grill is going to keep her safe from me.
I’m just walking down 5th street, passing a lawyer’s office, when Mark comes barreling out of the door. We both stop short, inches from colliding with each other.
“Oh, Zack! Didn’t see you there. Were you just coming in…” he asks, trailing off and looking behind him at the door to the lawyer’s office.
“No, I was on my way back to my car,” I lie smoothly, resuming my walk. My car is in the opposite direction, but I will sit in a random ass car if it means keeping Mark away from Bailey’s.
“Let me walk with you,” Mark smiles, inviting himself on what would’ve been a pleasant and peaceful stroll to spy on my girl.
Now I have to deal with this fucktwit.
Mark walks alongside me, prattling on about this and that—nothing that I deem important. He must not have many friends. He’s a fucking chatterbox and enjoys the sound of his own voice. I bet money he’s one of those guys who stand in front of a mirror and give themselves daily pep talks about how he’s still got it goin’ on.
Bailey's is straight ahead. Right as we come up to the intersection right before the bar and grill, I veer left, deciding to cross the road so we’re on the opposite side of the restaurant. But when I go to press the button to signal for the lights to change, Mark stops me.
“Hey, Bailey’s is a good place to get drinks. It’s been a little while since I’ve been here.”
I keep from gritting my teeth, though all I really want to do right now is grind them to dust. The main reason I don’t is because I would no longer be able to bite Addie’s clit.
And I really enjoy doing that.
“It’s pretty crowded in there. You sure you don’t want to go somewhere else? I know a perfect place a few blocks from here.”
Mark waves a hand, already walking across the road towards Bailey’s.
Fuck.
I follow after him, opening my mouth and readying to find another reason to opt-out of the restaurant, but he’s turning back to me.
“I actually really enjoy the drinks and food here. I come here every so often, and I usually get in no problem. The hostess loves me,” he says, ending his statement with a wink.