Page 12 of Mark & Don't Tell

A better man would let her find someone her own age.

“Scared?” Her voice is rich and husky as she challenges me.

And it gets me out of my head. A smirk cuts across my face. “Oh, little doe, you’re a brat, aren’t you?” She presses her lips together, but she’s shown her hand. I grab the nipple clamps because I saw the way she studied them, then reach for my personal favorite. A collar.

I should put it back. Except, when I glance at her to gauge her reaction and see nothing but pure curiosity and excitement, I can’t set it down.

It doesn’t have to mean anything.

Unfortunately, I know myself better.

Once I put that on her, it’ll mean more than it should, but fuck, I’m tired of fighting my instincts. I’m not going to hide who I am. She’ll either love it or?—

“Do you have a safe word?” I ask as I make my way back to her.

She watches me eat up the distance, practically trembling in anticipation, and it sets every instinct on high alert. I stop in front of her and hold her gaze as I slide the clit teaser into her bra.

She sucks in a breath, and I lean in, placing my lips inches from hers and breathe in, despite knowing I won’t find her scent.

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

I suck her lip into my mouth but don’t kiss her—not yet—before pulling back and inserting most of our supplies into her bra. My fingers graze over her nipples while I tuck the bottle of lube on the side of her left tit. “Are you going to keep it a secret, or are you going to tell me? We can’t play until I know.” As the collar goes into my pocket, her eyes track the movement, and I swear to god, she squints in annoyance.

Mmm. That’s right. You want that too, don’t you?

“Stop.”

I arch an eyebrow. “How creative.”

“Asshole.”

Biting my lip, I cup her face and tip her head back, holding her tight, and stare into her beautiful hazel eyes. Her pupils are blown, and while her lips insulted me, they’re glistening, ready to be claimed. “Do you want to stop? Tell me now if you do.”

I should probably be doing a better job of explaining things to her, but she’s too tempting.

She takes a breath and searches my face, and for one agonizing moment, I think she’ll say yes. But then that little spark that caught my attention in the elevator flares to life. “No.”

Then I’m clutching her throat once more, claiming her mouth with a hungry growl and swallowing the tiny gasp of surprise as I part her soft, plump lips with my tongue. She lets me in, not fighting for control, and clings to me as I devour her. She’s warm and wet, a perfect mouth that’ll look so pretty wrapped around my cock.

One day.

She teases her hand over my stomach, and as she strokes my length through my pants, I moan into her mouth. Brat. Breaking away, I drop my forehead to hers. We’re both panting, and her hands are wrapped around my forearm, clinging to me as her pulse flutters against my fingers.

That simple little touch does something to me. That need, like I’m the only thing anchoring her, is something I’ve craved for a long time. It’s something I’ve never experienced, at least not like this. Like she trusts me to take care of her. Like she wants me to.

Fucked.

I’m absolutely fucked.

Six

DARIA

Vic pulls back to stare into my eyes, and I lose myself in the depths of his rich brown irises. There’s something there, more than just this moment, but before I can decipher it, he grabs my hand and pulls me from the room and down the hall, to a door that leads to another hall. This one is lined with doors that have little green and red lights above them to show which is occupied.

The fourth has a green light, and he stops in front of it. “Do you know what this room is?” He strokes his thumb over the back of my hand.

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