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Even as he talked, all my mind could hear was the thumping of my heart railing against my chest. It was almost deafening to the point where I knew he had to hear it, too. Or at least I could feel it as I stood in his arms.
“I’m sorry.” Was all I could muster. My mind was wandering to such satisfying places that I was surprised I could even speak.
I was imagining his hands on me-hell- eveninme. Imagining them trailing over my breasts, plucking at my nipples. Imagining his lips casing down my body. Imagining those damned lips doing glorious things to me. It was as if I couldn’t control my thoughts from spiraling in my head like they had now taken control of my body.
And when my brain finally snapped me back to reality, I watched as the hand I held on his chest began to rise and fall rapidly, as if his heart was quickening, too. Truthfully, it made me more nervous than excited.
And as those eyes of his looked down and paled, I knew it couldn’t be a good sign.
In the blink of an eye, he grabbed my hand and swiftly spun me around, positioning himself to hover over me against the nearest wall. His right hand was holding my face up, digging his fingers into my hair, while the left was pinning my other hand down. I was practically on my toes, uneasy, as the look in his eyes was so carnal that it was almost terrifying.
“God, you are infuriating.” He said as he towered over me, letting his hand that held my face up drift to my neck as he lightly squeezed it. “And you taste… too good. I’m notsupposedto be tasting you, yet I can feel it dripping off you. Like I’m in your mind, and I know you’re dangerous to me, hell, maybe even deadly, but you make it so hard to fight the urge to have you. You makemehard.” His teeth clenched.
“H-how can you taste me?” I stuttered, still unable to speak and oddly loving the idea of his hands on my neck.
I was filled with adrenaline, arousal, and terror all atonce. It was such an odd sensation that I couldn’t even react accordingly. I was just there, mildly speechless and stunned.
He let his lips trail over my neck and then graze across my lips as if teasing me. As if he had read my thoughts like he said. “I can taste sexual energies, Freya Darling. And you? You taste. So. Damn. Good. I can’t imagine how good you will taste when I make you cum.”
I swallowed deeply, my cheeks blushing. My heart was pounding out of my chest thunderously loud, practically forcing me to slide out of his hold. The part of me that was a survivor was all but yelling at me to get out of this situation. Was screaming at me that he was the predator, and I was the prey.
“So, you can feel every time that I-”
“That you’re wet?” He mused, adjusting along the wall he had cornered me into. The very wall he had held me by the throat against, and my mouth went dry at the thought of it.
“Yes.” He said, a sly smile playing on his lips.
I was enraged. It was different for a guy to assume your thoughts, but to actually know them? To feel what you’re feeling? I wanted to hate him. I wanted every fiber of my being to be repulsed by this man even more than I already thought I was. But no matter what I said or did, he would know otherwise. Or rather, he would be able totastehow badly my body yearned for him.
Before I could even conjure up a snarky response, I heard the soft echo of his brother’s voice.
“What are you guys doing?” Oliver said from down the hall.
“Come on. We’re expected.” Dustin wiped the grin off his face as he took my hand and led me toward Oliver as if he hadn’t just petrified me.
I felt trapped in a loop, the same paintings and statues passing me until I became numb to their beauty. As we neared what seemed like the end of this repetitive hall, I realized it was a corner leading to a door with smoke billowing from underneath.
The faint sound of music vibrated through the walls, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu—it was like being back in the club from last night.
Though, I had a sense that this would be nothing like last night.
Chapter 10
Dustin
I had to shake the unsettling feeling that churned in my stomach when Oliver came to grab us. Never in my 100 years on this earth had I needed so much self-control until now. Had she not slipped away from me, I might not have had the restraint to stop myself.
I wouldn’t have stopped at her lips either. I would have looked like a feral animal devouring her inch by inch.
And even though I could feel how badly she craved me, I didn’t like the idea of losing control. Of becoming a victim to my impulses. Or worse, possibly blacking out and waking up to her limp body sprawled somewhere. So, I tried to shake how she made me feel. To shake how good she looked with my hand around her neck like a collar.
It was honestly becoming infuriating to know she was at my fingertips, so close to touch and yet far enough that she was out of reach. How had I let her consume my life so suddenly?
And that wasn’t even the worst part of it.
It felt like she had invaded my mind, as if I couldn’t discern her emotions from my own, and it wasn’t just the sexual energies that I felt from her. It was… everything. Anger. Sadness. The entire intricatehuman spectrum of emotions. The intensity of it left me questioning my sanity, wondering if I was already on the precipice of losing my mind to the Incubus Curse.
How else could I make sense of this?
