Page 51 of Marked By Him

You know exactly what he’s doing.

I swallowed the urges that were building inside me.

“You think you can keep your cunt from me?” His hand worked harder. “Ready or not, I’ll find you.” He dropped his hand. “And I’ll take it.” And then he lowered his head, then walked out of the room.

I blew out a breath.Holy fuck.And then I ran to the bathroom and hid behind the shower curtain.

Within seconds, Roman was there. “You like this, don’t you?”

I held my breath as I peeked through a crack at the edge of the curtain.

Holy. Shit.

He was naked.

My gaze locked on his cock, heavy and hard between his thighs. Then, panic washed over my desire, clenching my heart.

He’s bleeding.

Blood poured from a wound on his side, made a crimson trail over his hip, then dripped onto the floor.

I was about to tear the curtain back, forget the game and ask him what the hell happened. But then, he looked directly at where I hid in the shower.

“Run, Eve.” That wasn’t the voice of a man. It was the call of a hunter. “Run, and don’t fucking stop.” His tone was a combination of fascination and violent promise.

I yanked the curtain aside and broke out of the tub. His dark eyes caught mine as I rushed past him and out the door. I hurried down the stairs and sprinted through the kitchen.

I ran.

And I didn’t stop.

I opened the door and fled to the basement, only stopping to breathe for a second.

His hands clamped my hips from behind, then slammed my body against his. He was hard. So hard.

His nose nuzzled my neck. His voice caressed my ear. “Got you.”

“You’re bleeding,” I said.

This was wrong. He needed help.

“Shhh.” His hand slid around my stomach, between my thighs and cupped my naked pussy.

My clit throbbed from his touch.

“Roman, you’re hurt.”

“It’s just a cut.” His hand cupped me harder. “And it didn’t stop me from catching you.”

He was right. He was hurt but not badly enough to keep him from chasing me down two flights of stairs.

“You need this as much as I do. The rush of adrenaline. The high from the thrill.”

Yes.I needed this. I needed him.

He dragged his fingers between my folds. “See how wet you are?” He pushed me forward and pressed me against the wall. My body crushed against the concrete. His hand fisted in my hair. “It’s because your pussy knows who it belongs to.” He slid a finger inside, and I moaned. “Who it was made for.”

I tried to hold onto the wall but there was no gripping the hard stone. It scratched against my sensitive flesh. It rubbed my hard nipples and soft stomach. Roman plunged his finger deeper. And then added another one.

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