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Before he even answers, I can already tell he isn’t. He isn’t happy at all.
“Why haven’t you?” he probes. Demands. Coerces another truth out of me.
The second and third tears are a dead giveaway as any. And yet they aren’t enough for him.
Marcus continues to goad me with his commanding glare and his finger on my clit, and the way he’s moving it in circles. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“You!” I yell, my cheeks flaming. “I didn’t want anyone because I wanted you. Are. You. Happy?”
“Yes.” Marcus releases the pressure on my clit, allowing air into my lungs and brain alike.
“No one compares to you. No, has compared,” I spit out, as he moves down my body. “You—you’re not him. You’re the worst man—no, worst person—I’ve ever met. The absolute worst.”
“You’re embarrassed. I told you, you shouldn’t be.” He stands up at the foot of the bed, placing both hands on my ankles to part my legs. A soft sliding sound follows as the ropes glide along the metal bar. He’s spreading me for him. “You’ve been the only one for me too.”
My foggy brain must be hearing him wrong. “What?”
His lips twitch a satisfied smirk that disappears in a millisecond.
“We’ll have time.” He climbs back up on the bed and between my legs. “I’ll tell you all about how long I’ve fucking wanted you.”
With his face on my pussy, he lowers himself until the tip of his tongue teases my clit. My hips buck at the pleasure. The rope tears my skin at the movement.
Marcus doesn’t care. He flicks his tongue until I’m screaming for him to stop. He doesn’t. Just licks me, sucks me, bites me. He’s staring at me as I’m losing my mind bit by bit. As I’m being taken against my will.
He only stops to say, “It’s been years that I haven’t so much as looked at another woman.”
The confessions paired with the skillful way he’s eating me out throw me into a spin.
But it’s his next words that punch the air out of me.
“You’ve been the only one for me, Leighton. There’s been no one else simply because you exist.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Leighton
“You’re crazy. A psycho,” I repeat it, louder this time, screaming when he doesn’t stop sucking on my clit. “Fucking insane. Leave me alone. Help! Help me!”
“You’re wasting your breath.” He lifts his head, his lips shining with my arousal. The sight humiliates me. Makes me furious and turned on. What the hell is this? “There’s no one here to save you. No one around for miles.”
“Where is this place”—I moan at how his fingers skim along my entrance—“anyway?”
“Tsk, tsk.” Marcus sits on his knees, leaning toward the nightstand. “I was hoping we wouldn’t get to this. I bought those years ago thinking I’d use them to pleasure you. Now, you’re forcing my hand.”
“Bought what? And I didn’t lie,” I spit out, indignant and borderline hysterical. “I didn’t lie.”
“That’s right, you didn’t.” His abdomen muscles clench as he pauses above me, before he takes out whatever the hell it is from the nightstand. “I’m not going to spank you.”
My relief is fleeting.
“Don’t hypnotize me.” I sound horrified. Which, if we’re being technical, is a lie. My stupid lust has me craving this. Being helpless beneath Marcus. While he fucks me. Jesus, I’m just as fucked up as he is. But he can’t know. This monster can never know. “I’ll do anything. Please, Marcus.”
He ignores me, sifting through the top drawer for a torture device, no doubt.
“Careful, Leighton, that’s almost a lie.”
How could he have known? Better say less. Better say nothing if I don’t have to.
