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“New York.” The corner of his mouth grazes mine. “Yes. You could say that’s why I had to rush. Other than you refusing to be mine.”
“You were careful not to hurt Rylan. That’s why you’ve been stalling.”
He whips his eyes to mine. His head gives me one firm nod.
That’s part of the answer. In his subtly pained expression, I can tell there’s more. He’s hiding something.
He’s tortured by his secret.
Marcus doesn’t elaborate, leaving me to imagine the worst.
There wasn’t a real reason for kidnapping me. We could’ve discussed this back home while Rylan was sleeping. He knows we could’ve.
Meaning, he did this—fucking kidnapped me—for fun. For his entertainment. For his sick pleasure.
Then again, my guess could be just that—a guess. Maybe he didn’t have a choice. Maybe he does love me so much that he snapped.
Or he could just be a sadistic psycho, and here I am, making excuses for him.
Marcus keeps to his silence, lowering his lips to mine.
I frown at him, the expression reflecting my confusion, worry, and anger.
No words come out of his mouth. No answers transpire through his eyes.
His silence is blaring.
His growl is louder. He slams his mouth on mine, claiming me with his kiss. Gripping my jaw in his hand, he forces my head up, deepening the kiss as his tongue plunges into my mouth.
“You stubborn thing.” Marcus pulls back an inch, his expression severe. It almost looks like his psycho-self will be back any moment now. “I need to be inside you. I’m going to take from you, more than I already have. And you’re going to let me. You’ll grow a little sleepy, Leighton. A little tired. Just enough for me to make this good for you.”
While he talks, his hand traces a burning trail down the side of my body and between my thighs. Going lower. Parting my butt cheeks. Teasing my asshole.
I’m aware of how by this point, I’m somewhat out of it. Not fully conscious.
My breathing has slowed. My body is heavy.
So when he pushes his finger up to the first knuckle, I let him.
“Your ass relaxes so beautifully for me.”
“How…” I start, though the answer couldn’t be more obvious.
“That’s right.” He pumps his finger in and out of me. I’m faintly aware of it happening. It doesn’t hurt. It feels good. “Be quiet, little doll. Let me make this so good for you. So fucking good.”
His order ties a noose around my vocal cords. I stare up, feeling my resistance as it’s being pulled from me.
Except I’m still inside my body. I have the power to resist him. If I only wanted to.
Which I don’t. I think I don’t.
“Fuck yes.” Marcus leans his weight on me, his kiss harsh and tentative at the same time. “Just like that, Leighton. I’ll give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of. I’ll make you mine.”
“Ah-ha,” I whisper my consent.
“Good girl.” He licks his lips, and my entire focus goes there. “I’m going to remove my finger from your ass, but you’ll feel like I haven’t. Like it’s still there.”
Marcus pushes his finger deeper, stretching me. My brain thinks I’m screaming, when it’s just a gasp leaving my parted lips.
