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“You’ve been a naughty girl today, haven’t you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I knew he’d get me back for the moaning, but I didn’t expect him to do anything right away.
“The others…” I clear my dry throat. “They’re waiting for us.”
He tilts his head to the side. “And you believe that matters to me?”
Not even a little bit.
“Do you think anyone will protect you from me, sweetness?”
He’s mere inches away, and his hands settle either side of the counter, caging me in.
“They won’t even try. Do you know why?” Marius leans to me, his mouth so very close to mine. “Everyone but you knows you belong to me.”
I hold my head up. “Pfft. I belong to myself, thank you very much.”
“You truly believe that don’t you, sweetness?”
“It’s your highness to you, Marius,” I quip back.
I quite like that nickname after learning why he chose it.
“Is it?” he asks as I try to push his hand away to move.
I’m completely helpless against the strength of his steely muscles. He doesn’t even budge. He grabs both of my wrists in one of his large palms, squeezing them tight.
“You’re all high and mighty to everyone else. Me? I make you wet, and needy, and so, so very sweet, don’t I?”
I hate how my body responds to him—his words, his unbreakable hold, the heat of his breath on my skin.
Because he’s right. He’s barely even touching me and I am positivelydrenched.
“My body responds to stimuli. That doesn’t mean I wantyou.”
That statement has been true so often in my life. I’ve been used, and shame has swallowed me whole many times because my body liked it, no matter how much I didn’t.
Right now? I’m lying through my teeth. I want him. I want him, and if he doesn’t touch me, I willexplode.
But I’ll die before I tell him.
“Oh, Sarah. You really don’t know how to help yourself, do you?”
He lifts my arms over my head, and pops the button of my pants open with his free hand, before lowering its zipper while he smirks at me.
“You don’t want me, huh?”
“I don’t,” I lie.
His unbearable smirk widens. “Fine. Have it your way, sweetness.”
My stomach drops. Is he really going to stop? But no, he lowers my pants down to my mid-thighs, taking the panties with them to expose me. I wiggle and try to get my arms out of his hold, though we both know I’m not trying very hard. My legs are unrestricted. I could kick. I could aim for his balls. My best efforts wouldn’t have freed me from him, but my weak attempts is telling.
Next, Marius opens his own pants, freeing his huge cock. My core tightens in anticipation.
“You’re already so wet,” he says, guiding the tip to the apex of my thighs. “So desperate.”
