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“No. You don’t get to do that.” He steps back, confusion written all over his features, and this only angers me more. “You don’t get to sweet-talk me into sleeping with you just because you’re horny and then act like an asshole afterward. I might be a great lay, but us great lays have dignities too. Imagine that!”
I head outside because I need to resist the temptation. He grabs me once again, though, and my back hits the door.
I huff in exasperation. What is this? His favorite position or something? “Look at me,” he says, and I do. “Look at my face. Do you see this scar? I have more. All over my body. As hideous as this one.” I swallow at this, my heart clenching painfully just imagining what he must have gone through. I fist my hands, resisting opening up his shirt and kissing them all. “You deserve better than a beast. You deserve better than me. I’m possessive. Mad. And stubborn. All these character traits intensify while I’m in your presence. My need will suffocate you, and once I claim you as mine, there will be no going back.” He rests his arm above my head as his masculine scent surrounds me while all I can do is just look at him, too shocked to utter a word. “My insanity has only one name, Isla. Yours.”
Studying his expression along with self-loathing coating his voice, I finally see the picture clearly. “You think I deserve better so you acted like an ass toward me?”
I can’t believe this.
“Isla—”
“Shut up!” I hit his chest because now I’m the mad one. “You don’t get to make decisions for me, Octavius. But I agree. I deserved better than the bullshit you put me through.” I felt like crap, and he tried to do the right thing.
“I’m sorry. I should have never said it. I didn’t mean it.”
“Oh, you’re sorry? And you expect me to, what? Forgive you just like that.” I snap my fingers and gasp when he places his hand on my stomach, and it dips under his grip. “Octavius.” My voice drips with warning and desperation because my body cannot betray me now! He just confessed to being intentionally cruel to me because of his insecurities and some stupid hang-ups about his scars and past. Instead of wanting to slap the living shit out of him, I crave to soothe every wound inflicted by someone else on his soul so he wouldn’t doubt that his scars mean nothing to me.
“Do you want me to grovel?” he asks, and a raspy breath escapes me when he leans closer to my ear, his breath fanning my cheek. “How should I grovel, kitten?” His seductive voice should be forbidden, for it creates invisible silks around me, pulling me deeper into the lust and desire flaring within me whenever he’s close to me, his presence alone driving me insane.
Nothing exists for me now but him, and shouldn’t a girl have a little more pride?
“With my words?” His palm skates upward, leaving burning sensations in its wake as thousands of goose bumps pop on my skin while his mouth brushes over my chin, moving lower to my neck, and he breathes me in.
Putting my hand on his chest, I intend to push him away but instead grip his shirt, arching my neck and giving him better access to my flesh, earning me a growl that shoots arrows of need straight to my clenching core. Still, I find the strength to say, “Words mean nothing.” I bite on my lip when he sucks on my skin, probably marking me with hickeys, only to soothe it with a gentle lick of his tongue. “And I don’t want you to do anything!” He chuckles, his lips tracing my collarbone and shifting to my shoulder, and with each touch, my resolve lessens. It’s hard to remember why I should resist him so much when my whole body burns, yearning for him. “It’s not like we’re a thing or anything. We don’t owe each other explanations.”
He stills at this, his muscles growing rigid under my palm, and I gasp when he wraps his hand around my throat while our gazes clash. Possessiveness and desire emit from his brown pools, sending shivers down my spine. My fingers curl on his shirt when he leans forward and traps my lower lip between his teeth, biting hard and drawing blood. “You’re mine.” He drags his tongue over the abused flesh before sucking it in his mouth, and I barely hold back a moan as pleasure rocks through my system.
And because I’m still furious at him for treating me like crap and at myself for allowing all of this to happen, I throw back, “I’m not yours.”
His hold on my throat tightens. If he puts just a little more pressure, he has the ability to cut off my oxygen supply, but I’m not afraid.
Somehow, despite all our history, I know I’m the safest in his arms, and his touch usually has one thing to offer me.
Pleasure.
“Whose do you think you are?” His mouth lands back on my bare shoulder, scraping his teeth over it while the dress around me becomes tighter, the silk disturbing my senses and only adding gasoline to the fire blazing brighter inside me with each passing second.
“I belong to myself. News flash, we live in modern times and—” I groan when he drags his lips to the side, gliding them over my collarbone and bestowing light bites on my flesh before sucking on it harshly. “Octavius, stop it!” I say without much heat in my words, my hand abandoning his shirt and moving upward, my fingers tangling in his hair and dragging him closer to me. I arch in his embrace, giving him more of me to explore.
“We live in modern times, yes.” His lips tickle my skin when he speaks, continuing to kiss and lick my throat, and I moan when he bites the mounds of my breasts, my nipples becoming hard peaks and rubbing painfully against the fabric of the dress. “Yet, kitten. No matter the times, you’re mine, and only I have exclusive rights to you.” Everything in me screams to stop this madness, for the satisfaction rising in his tone grates on my nerves and promises me trouble in the future. This man has his mind set, and despite wanting him desperately…the idea of belonging to anyone scares me.
Especially to a man who so easily could push me away. I pull at his hair harshly, a hiss slipping past his lips, but his licks and kisses continue. He treats my body as his personal canvas, smearing his marks all over me while coating me in corrupted, wicked desires I never knew existed until he showed up in my life.
Lust from where there is no reprieve besides indulging in it and giving him whole control. I sway toward him, gasping when my core connects with his hard-on, the thick bulge hidden behind the zipper. I wish to touch, kiss, and suck it, marking him in my own way, and the thought confuses me even more, swirling the inferno erupting inside me because my desires have no mercy for me.
They just have demands they need me to fulfill, and I’m powerless to stop myself from succumbing to them, even if I have no idea how to do all the things my vivid imagination is painting for me to do.
Wanting him is a curse I never wish to break, even if it brings me pain in the future because, in his arms…
I can be selfish instead of selfless and indulge in my cravings.
“Octavius, this is crazy,” I still manage to say, but for whose benefit I have no idea since our bodies gravitate toward each other’s, and there is no space between us, his muscles digging into my curves and electrifying everything around me. “We have to stop.”
His other hand falls on my waist, squeezing it harshly, and I sigh in relief at his touch, welcoming the possessive grip as it grounds me to the present and blanks my mind, leaving only this man in it.
Where only he exists in my mind, nothing else bothers me because common sense becomes mute, losing the battle of wills with my heart and body. “No, kitten. I haven’t groveled yet, have I?” He skims his lips upward, nipping on my chin and finally reaching my mouth as our breaths mingle. He tips my chin upward, and we stare at one another. The intensity in his gaze envelops me in heat and a need so strong I can taste it. “Mine and only mine.” He sways back, only to drive forward again, his hard-on pushing against me, and he swallows my groan, entwining us with a scorching kiss laced with hunger, need, and a sense of ownership.
A kiss that’s a statement of its own as each glide of his tongue stakes a claim on me, consuming me and reminding me that no matter how much I try to deny it or run away…this man owns me in ways no one else ever will.
