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Like hell. “Not happening, buddy.”
“I am not your friend; I am your husband. I will touch you as you need. As is my right.”
“Nope. You have no rights to my body.”
His hand perched on my thigh creeps up until he’s grabbing a palmful of my ass. “’Tis wrong, you are. Your sweet cunt, like the rest of you, is mine to feel, to taste, or to fuck as I wish.”
“I’m not letting you anywhere near my girl parts after you threw me out of Bram’s office, refused to answer my questions, then separated me from my father. If you don’t trust me, you don’t get to touch me.”
His grip tightens. “You seek your father’s affection, but not at the expense of your safety.”
“Oh, please. The diary is the real issue. You only ‘protect’ me to keep me away from Richard so I don’t tell him what I know. And you only want me because you need me to open the book. You don’t give a shit about me.”
Marrok snorts. He might be bigger, but I’m not taking his crap, especially while hanging upside down.
I shove my hands into his sweatpants, groping for the waistband to his underwear. I might not be able to fight him with my fists, but a really vicious wedgie would bring him to his knees.
My hands only find smooth, well-muscled cheeks. “You’re not wearing underwear?”
“Never wore them in the Dark Ages. Why start now?”
Seriously? “You aren’t putting me on ‘time-out.’ It’s my emblem, my father, and my decision.”
“You are my mate, talking to someone who wishes to steal my book, which controls my eternity.”
We’re at an impasse. Left with few choices, I take one of my few remaining options: shove my hands beneath his shirt and dig my fingernails into his muscled back.
Marrok barely tenses, just keeps sauntering the hall to our bedroom door. “Is that meant to hurt?
Oh, the jackass! I dig harder into his skin.
No response.
These are desperate times. I drag out the desperate measures.
I slip down his back, until he’s forced to grab my knees to stop me from falling on my head. Grinning, I reach around his middle and grab for his balls. If I can reach low enough to twist them, he’ll fall to his knees. Yeah, he’s a tough guy, but he’s still got a man’s vulnerabilities, right?
Instead, when I maneuver myself to reach his front, I miss his testicles.
And find his massive, stone-hard cock.
“This drag-me-to-the-cave stuff has you all torqued up?” I gasp.
“You hold the answer in your hand.”
And then some.
Fine. I’ll just use his arousal to my advantage.
I nip at his hip with an erotic lick and stroke his erection.
“You play with fire, witch.”
Maybe…but his steps slow. He falters. I’m getting to him.
Unfortunately, touching him is getting to me, too. I’m achy and wet. Why does just being near him do that to me?
Suddenly, Marrok hoists me back up on his shoulder and swats my ass with a broad palm. A sting fires across my butt as he jerks me against his body and sets me on my feet, my back against a wall.
