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I wanted to ask, to clarify, to find out what she meant, but awareness flooded my body, reaching out for her, around her. I was caught up in the moment. Right now, I needed nothing but Cat’s hands around my throat. If that was what she wanted, she could have it. If it meant she would keep touching me, I was hers.
Laughter echoed from the corridor beyond, and fear pierced me. Her hand darted away, her eyes wide. I almost grabbed her and pulled her back to my skin. Losing her touch was visceral, my senses cold, craving her.
I tilted my chin up, grabbed the knot of my tie, and yanked it from side to side as I pulled it down. I stood in the light, moments away from joining her in the darkness, letting her witness me as I loosened my collar, unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled it back, exposing my throat for her pleasure.
“All yours, sweetheart,” I murmured, offering myself to her on a plate.
I wanted to challenge her, hold her accountable for her misguided rage, but I felt like I would break if I saw the moment in her eyes when she decided 'no’ and walked away from me again.
I didn’t care that this was my engagement party or that I was meant to be in love with Bunny. I’d been seeking Cat out for years, making do with snippets from magazines and shots from her sister’s social media accounts. Anything she had to give me, I wanted.
Mercy smiled upon me. Cat moved nearer, silent, like the predator hiding in the fabric of her dress.
A soft moan escaped me as her fingers brushed my skin. She was trembling, tiny puffs of her breath tickling me as she drew closer. Her hands snaked around my neck, threading at the top of my spine. The taut skin between her thumb and finger stretched a thin line over my throat, caging my Adam’s apple. In all the thousands of ways we’d explored each other’s bodies, she’d never touched me like this.
I sighed in relief, the tension holding me released as she pinned me down. She’d trapped me in the best way, tightening her grip, fixated on me. She entranced me with her fiery rage that flowed around me. I couldn’t look away. All I could see was her. She held nothing back.
“Max.” Her voice was a whisper.
I wanted to reply, but I was lost in her hands. Hers forever if she wanted me. I was mad, taken over by the need for her. I’d give everything up to have her touch me for the rest of my life.
“Is this really what you want?” my voice was hoarse.
I could barely get the words out, gasping as I tried to draw in a breath.
“I want so much more than this.” Her hands squeezed tighter. “You don’t deserve a quick death.”
Rage transformed her face, her eyes fixed on my bulging neck, maintaining her firm grip.
The pressure was building. My heart was pounding, my cock rock-hard, my fingers itching to stroke her as oxygen rushed from my lungs. My instincts were shouting at me to struggle, to do anything to save myself, but there was no need. Cat was here. That was all I wanted.
I grabbed her wrists, wanting her closer, needing support.
She pressed into me, forcing me back. We stepped into the light, and I saw her flushed cheeks, her jaw clenched as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She was a vision — a raving Valkyrie bent on revenge but cursed to love me. And I was hers for the taking.
“How dare you.” She shook my throat, and the sting of it spread to my toes. “How dare you think you have the right to be in the same room as me, let alone touch me? Who do you think you are? Did you really think you could waltz in here and have me falling at your feet?” she snarled, her words cutting deeper than any knife.
She was right. I’d been totally unprepared. Did I think I could just come back into her life with nothing but a smile? What could I give her that would measure up to this? She’d outstripped me by miles. This was better than any love song I could ever write. Cat was marking me, claiming me as her own, fixing me with a permanent collar to show I belonged to her. She could never escape me after this, no matter how far she tried to run.
I wanted her to scar me, to carve her name into my chest with her luscious nails so I could never be free. She trapped me beneath her fingers. I was so enraptured by her that I hoped she’d take more. Her teeth clenched while her arms shook, forcing my knees to bend so she could get a better grip. I was so hard that the buttons of my boxers were digging into my skin. Sweating, I tried to pant out the last of my breath as my vision swam. I was growing dizzy. She was fading from my sight.
My throat ached, my lungs desperate for air. Fear was taking me over, but I couldn’t give in, not when she was pouring herself into me, showing me her true feelings. Wherever this rage had come from, it felt more passionate than our most intimate moments years ago. I absorbed every moment of her, dying to be one again. My hands stayed clasped on her wrists, my need for survival dominating the madness that wanted to sacrifice everything to her.
“Don’t fight it.” her voice was jagged, broken, wrecked. “Why are you trying now when you didn’t try for me then?”
What did she mean? I tried to speak, but all that came out was a choked gasp.
Would she really kill me?
I didn’t believe it. When I offered her my neck, I was aiming for romantic and dramatic. I thought she would see that, be overwhelmed by how much I wanted to give her and pull back after a quick squeeze, but my vision was fading. Pain seared out everything else, my ears ringing. This was really happening. I thought she would stop. I thought she still loved me, but from the strength of her grip, it felt like she would never let go.
Her wide eyes told me she was loving it.
If she was set on this, I wouldn’t stop her. I didn’t want to die, but if it was her, I could surrender.
Cat looked as lost as I did, carried away by the moment. All I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears. Her mouth wide in a silent scream was the last thing I saw before everything went black.
Cat
