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He doesn’t care. He’ll get his answers. “Yesterday, you weren’t disgusted when I told you Rylan had killed the women I dated.”
This. “I—umm—I wa—”
His fingers bite deeper into my flesh. Warning me. “No lying, little doll.”
The edge in his tone sobers me up fast. “I’m not. Thing is…” I trail off.
“Yes?”
He knows why. The man can read through anyone, especially me. Other than Rylan’s murderous tendencies, I don’t think he’s missed anything in his life.
This isn’t him being curious. It’s about trust. About teaching me that he won’t judge me for being honest.
“Murder is wrong.” Truth. “They didn’t deserve to die.” Also truth.
“Good girl.” Marcus rewards me by biting the inside of my thigh. I roll my eyes at the delicious pain, my fingernails scraping the stone floor. “Go on.”
“I…” My cheeks heat. The last truth is so ugly. But with Marcus’s face so close to me, big and strong and ready to take the blow, I say it anyway, “I don’t regret them being gone.”
The second the words are out, I slap a hand over my mouth.
Marcus’s teeth dig into his lower lip. He tilts his head and looks up, away from me. He’s considering what I admitted to, even though he knew I was going to say it.
I guess hearing it hits differently.
Dread has my belly dipping. I remain as still as a statue, waiting for his verdict.
“Fuck, Leighton.” He returns to me, his voice drenched with lust. His fingers roam higher up my thighs, his thumbs parting my lips. “Why does everything you say have to sound so fucking hot?”
Before I have a chance to answer, he fastens his hands on my hips, yanking me with him inside the pool.
“No.” My arms splash in the water. “Put me back, please, put me back.”
In the back of my mind, I’m aware the smart thing would be to hold on to Marcus’s shoulders. Except, my mind has gone on vacation. Panic kicks in, and my common sense is gone.
“I’m sorry, Leigh.” Marcus pins me to the wall of the pool. “I have to fuck you. Another second and I’ll lose what’s left of my sanity.”
“What about my sanity?” I screech.
That time when he threw me into the pool was nothing like this. Adrenaline swarmed through my body. Anger and resentment ruled my world. My spirit was adamant about teaching him a lesson.
I could fight.
I can’t now. I was calm a second ago. Happy, sated. Unsuspecting.
Beneath my feet, I feel the short step that trails along the circumference of the pool. I’m too busy, though, kicking in an attempt to stay above water. To save myself.
“Listen to me. My hands are on your waist.” Marcus enunciates his words by squeezing me. I feel him. “My. Hands. Are. On. Your. Waist. Breathe with me. When I inhale, you exhale.”
His lips slam on mine, his tongue coaxing my mouth open. I’m still dizzy when he stops kissing me.
As he promised, Marcus sucks in a deep inhale. My obedient body responds, exhaling air into his mouth. He exhales the air I breathed into him, and I suck it back into my lungs.
We dance this way, back and forth, back and forth.
Eventually, the panic isn’t all-consuming.
The dark cloud clears. My hands slip around Marcus’s neck. My toes find purchase on the step.
