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He means what he says.
And as always, I believe him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Leighton
Reading Marcus’s expressions is a skill I’ve mastered during our stay here.
Back home, I could tell when he was happy. That was an easy one. He’d smile softly at Rylan whenever she beat him in one of their swimming competitions. He’d offer me a tiny, grateful smile, if at all, for helping around the kitchen.
Other than that, I was pretty clueless. I chalked up his seriousness to, well, him being serious. That there was nothing more to it.
In hindsight, I realize how wrong I’d been.
A range of emotions plays on Marcus’s face every minute of every hour. For those who look close enough.
His lips twitch in the slightest when a sinister thought runs through his deviant mind.
His jaw tics this one ominous time when his temper rises.
The corners of his eyes crinkle just a tiny bit when he’s about to pounce on me.
And now, with his forehead creased and his fingers tapping the arm of the chair he’s occupying, I see the nerves eating at him.
Silence permeates his study. Yesterday, after we got out of the pool, was one of the best days of my life. He soaped me up, put me in a trance, and fucked my helpless body like it was the last thing he’d ever do.
Today’s air just feels…tense.
We face each other. I’m on the therapy couch, wearing a teal-colored maxi summer dress. He’s in his psychiatrist attire, donning a pair of gray slacks and a dark gray button-down shirt.
His full manly lips are pressed together. His fingers tapping.
He’s looking at me without really looking. He’s staring past my eyes to somewhere far away.
I’m sitting cross-legged, exposed to him, and he doesn’t look at me.
I don’t like it. I hate it.
When Marcus is anything other than self-assured, I’m terrified.
“Hey, Marcus?” My fingers scrape the cushions.
I’m waiting for him to reply.
His gaze remains unfocused. The creases in his forehead don’t smooth over.
I wait some more.
One.
Two.
Three.
“Marcus.”
The metaphorical ice melts. His gaze crashes into mine. Heated. Focused. He’s here. “Little doll.”
