Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Okay.” Marcus’ tone was mockingly obedient, but the look in his eyes remained inscrutable, and I knew a part of him was still locked in isolated darkness.
“T-there’s more,” I blurted out, desperate to convince him that he was not alone.
“Let me guess.” His tone was dry. “Fleur cares about me, too?”
“Well, yes, but—-” I pointed at myself, saying awkwardly, “There’s also me?”
Marcus stilled.
I said more firmly, “You have me—-”
“Do I?”
I blinked. Hadn’t I just said so?
“Do I have you?”
This time, I finally noticed his too-soft tone, his narrowed eyes, and the sudden tension in the air.
Oh.
I reared back.
Oh.
“Do I have you, Anneke?”
Nine
A lady’s imagination was supposed to be very rapid, I thought absently, which meant I was either the exception to the rule – or I had known this was coming but pretended not to.
As always.
The air inside the tiny cottage was rife with tension, but what made it unbearable was how sexual it was, and the way it contaminated everything in the room was terrifying. The cottage no longer felt cozy and warm. Now it felt hot and claustrophobic, more and more so with each second.
“Anneke.”
Crap. Oh no. Oh crap.
I squeezed my eyes shut, but it was no use. I could still hear the way Marcus said my name, and it still sounded too sensual, too beautiful, too right.
“Answer me.” His voice had turned guttural. And then he was cupping my chin, making me facehim—-
His touch made me ache.
Oh God.
It had been so long.
“Do I have you?”
All the years that had gone by faded, and it suddenly felt like it was only yesterday that I had last touched him, only yesterday that he had last touched me.
In that moment, I suddenly remembered how he made me feel—-
Oh how vividly I remembered, and I felt bad-girl-Anneke slithering into life inside of me, whispering one word.
More.
My gaze slowly met Marcus’, and I almost whimpered at the lust that glittered in his eyes.
This was bad. This was wrong. But this was also what I wanted.
“I’m yours—-”
Marcus sucked in his breath.
And I heard myself whisper, “I’m yours...any way you want.”
His eyes widened.
Crap. Oh God. Crap. What had I just said? Crap.
But even so, I found myself moving towards him—-
“Anneke.” My name came out in a low rasp as I touched his chest.
My hand came to rest against his hard, smooth body, and I exerted just enough pressure to let him know what I wanted him to do.
Marcus heeded the silent request, slowly leaning back against the couch while his narrowed dark eyes remained on my face.
My hand slowly traveled down.
“Marcus.” His name came out a purr—-
Oh my God. Crap. Oh God. Was that really my voice?
He jerked.
Crap, oh, crap, why I really going to do this?
Marcus caught my hand just when I reached for his belt.
I licked my lips.
He cursed.
His grip on my wrist tightened. “Do you really want to do this?”
“D-don’t you want me to?”
His fingers slowly loosened, and I had my answer.
Oh my God, crap, someone stop me.
Moving back, I knelt down on the rug, my body fitting in the space between his legs. When I reached for his belt again, a part of me expected Marcus to say no, to stop me—-
Please stop me.
But he did none of those.
I started to unzip him.
Please stop me.
But even though I felt him tense and I heard him draw his breath—-
Oh my God, stop me!
All he said was, “You’ve changed.”
I heard bitterness and regret, and something else. Something I couldn’t explain, but it was enough for my hands to go still, and I held my breath, asking shakily, “H-have you changed your mind then?”
His eyes blazed. “Fuck no.”
Oh, thank God!
No!
I meant, oh no!
Marcus’ dark eyes continued to follow my now-trembling hands as I once again reached for his zip. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes.” My voice was strained. “It’s been...a while.”
Like nine-years-kind-of-while.
I carefully pulled his zip down, and my heart started to beat a familiar rhythm—-
Crap. This was really going to happen. Crap.
Fast, hard, and erratic—-
Crap, crap, crap.
And then I was pulling Marcus’ cock out—-
Crap. Oh crap. Oh God. Oh crap.
Although Marcus had let me touch him once, it had only been over his pants. I hadn’t actually seen his erection until now—-
Craaaaaaaaap.
And it was huge. It was really huge.
“You know you can do more than stare, don’t you?” Marcus’ tone was harsh, and the sound made me recover myself.
Right. Do more than stare. Crap. Could I really do more than stare?
Taking a deep breath, I started to stroke him, and my eyes widened when Marcus’ cock actually became harder and larger—-
How much bigger could his cock get?
I heard Marcus choke.
Oh!
Had I accidentally said the words out loud?
When my eyes jerked to his, he rasped out, “Try finding out with your mouth.”
Riiiiight.
My mouth.
Riiiiight.
The thought of his cock in my mouth made my body tremble and ache, and all of a sudden there was nothing I wanted more.