Page 14 of Marked By Myth

I had a boyfriend. No, I had a fiancé at home. This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted me to come here.

“No.”

“Rox…”

“Get off me, Adrian.”

He got closer, his thigh moving between my legs. I could feel the denim of his jeans rubbing against my panties, causing a delicious friction I so desperately wanted him to take care of. His hand moved to my throat, squeezing just the way I loved. I tried to shove him back, but his other hand moved to my hand and held it above my head, before his mouth was on mine. Myth’s fingers dug into my wrist, causing pain to shoot down my arm, which only had me moaning into his mouth. The kiss wasn’t gentle, or tender, it was hard, brutal, and claiming.

He made me so animalistic for him, my pussy rubbing against his thigh, the friction almost enough to have me falling apart.

Myth’s tongue swept into my mouth, overwhelming me. His grunt was almost enough to have me abandoning all of my morals and letting him take me right here, against the wall.

With my free hand, I shoved at him. The kiss broke and I tried to think straight, shoving at him again. Myth growled, before the hand around my throat was free and he slammed both my hands against the wall above my head, and he kissed me again.

I leaned into it this time, unable to resist the allure of Adrian “Myth” Henning. I never could before, which was why I needed distance to get over him. Groaning into his mouth, as he deepened the kiss, owning my mouth, while I ground against his thigh. I was so fucking close.

“Prez?”

I pulled back from the kiss, looking to the side of us where I saw a girl, in barely anything, looking up at Myth like he could walk on water.

“Fuck off, Belle,” he ground out. I could feel the fury coming off him in waves. It was enough to throw a cold bucket of water on the moment. I shoved at him, using my hips to nudge his thigh away from me before I slipped from his grasp.

“He’s all yours.”

Belle looked pleased with herself, laying claim on her President. She could have him. Thankfully, it gave me the moment I needed to excuse myself to the bathroom.

Once the door was shut behind me, I felt my body shake with pent up frustration and need. How could he still affect me the way he does? I would have let him take me against the wall, I was throbby with need right now. If I moved my hand down my skirt, I’d be slick, and I knew it.

Fuck Adrian, fuck him to hell. I needed to get out of here. I needed to go home.

Home was safe.

I splashed water on my neck and on my chest to cool down, before I got my breathing under control. I’d have one more drink and I’d go. Camo would understand. He knew what the breakup with Myth had done to me.

Opening the door, I felt my heart hammer in my chest when I saw Myth standing against the wall outside the door. His arms were crossed over his chest, pumping up his biceps and making me want to climb him like a fucking tree.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” I shot at him, angrily.

He snorted. “She wishes.”

“I’m going, Adrian. You won’t have to see me again.”

I shoved past him, but his arm encircled my waist and hauled me up against his chest, his other hand circled my throat and squeezed, making me moan.

“That’s the problem,” he said, his breath coasting over my ear. “I can’t let you go again.”

I closed my eyes, willing the ache in my heart to dissipate. “I have a life in London. A fiancé.”

He spun me in his arms, and I looked up into his eyes. A big mistake. I could never say no to him when I looked into those emerald pools.

“Do you love him?”

The question was simple. I should have been able to answer it easily, instead, I found myself getting irrationally angry. I pushed him away, his hands falling from my waist.

Instantly, I missed how it felt to be held by him again. Funny how some things stayed with you, and how some things were instantaneous. I’d always felt safe in his arms.

“How’s Stacey?” I asked, feeling my anger at the past brim to the surface and overwhelm me. Myth stepped back, the longing in his eyes gone, and something passing over him that I couldn’t name, before I turned my back on him and stormed back toward Fang and Cowboy. I could still feel his eyes on me, but right now, I was happy to say I didn’t give a shit.