He moved closer, and I held my breath.
Closer and closer—-
Until I could feel his breath on my skin, his commanding form eclipsing the light inside my bedroom—-
One hand suddenly drove through my hair, yanking my head back.
Aaaaaah.
His grip was rough and hard, the lust glittering in his dark eyes feral and volatile.
I should have been afraid. Maybe I should have even been furious. But I felt none of those. I felt nothing except the need to experiencemore.
It was in fact the only word that existed in bad girl Anneke’s vocabulary.
More!
Marcus pulled my head back an inch further, and I whimpered.
More!
His head lowered, his mouth grazing the exposed skin of my neck, and I shuddered.
Oh God, more.
His teeth sank into the length of my neck, and my eyes closed.
Please, give me more!
Marcus’ other free arm wrapped around my waist, tightening, before hauling me close, my breasts flattening against his chest. The feel of his hot, hard body was too much, and I gasped.
His dark eyes blazed down at me. “Are you scared,bambina?”
I could only look at him. It didn’t matter if I was scared or not. I still wanted more.
“You should be,” Marcus snarled. “You should be fucking scared.” His head lowered again, and he whispered harshly against my lips, “This wasn’t how I fucking wanted it to be—-”
I knew that. But this was what I wanted. And Istillwanted more.
“Marcus.”His name came out a plea, and he shuddered.
“Dammit, Anneke.” His teeth sunk into my lower lip, and I almost screamed. “We’re not supposed to do this.”
I would’ve laughed if I could.
How could he say that when right this moment he was still pulling me closer towards him—-
How could he think we could stop this when he was molding my body like he was its master—-
How could he believe we both wouldn’t wantmore, with his rigid erection now knocking against the already-swollen folds of my core?
“We can still bejustfriends,” I whispered shakily against his lips.
My hands slowly moved up his chest.
“Just friends...”
And I found myself clutching his shoulders—-