Page 45 of All That Glitters

I bite down on my lower lip and strain for any sound of his approach.

Nothing except my bellowing lungs.

The doors fling open without warning, and I squeak, his eyes meeting mine and my chest catching at the look.

“I found you,” he whispers.

He grabs me by the ankles and drags me out of the closet, my body twisting at the last minute to claw at the hardwood. I can’t find purchase. I can’t stop myself.

He’s got me.

There’s no way out of it this time and, as much as it hurts me to admit it, I don’t want out. Marcus twists me around so I’m on my back and crushes his mouth to mine, pulling me fully under him until my legs open on either side of his hips. The kiss is deep enough that he steals my breath.

There’s no space between us, absolutely none, when he groans out my name and our bodies press together eagerly, two people who cannot get enough of each other. His stubble scrapes against my chin.

I want the anticipation and the keen edge of desire.

I want that little bit of fear from the way he looms over me, the way his body is so strong and masculine and hot for me. The bulge in his pants presses against my leg, and when he breaks the kiss, the intensity in his eyes is enough to have me gushing.

We’ve been dancing around each other for too long to go back now, teasing each other to the point of madness.

I’ve never had another man’s hands on me, and I never want to, not when I feel the way I react to the taste of him.

“Are you still the wolf?” I whisper.

“I’m worse,” he replies. “Because I’m not going to stop eating you even if you beg me.”

“Eat me?”

Is he planning to—

Marcus growls, grabbing the edge of my shorts and tearing them down my legs. He strips them off exactly the way Mr. Patterson does to Alicia in the scene.

I scream the surprise, my pussy right out there in the open and the cool air a physical touch on my overheated skin. It brushes against me as Marcus tosses the shorts aside, and they hit the floor outside of my line of vision. I don’t give a shit where my clothes go, not when I’m the most powerful woman alive. He’s staring down at me with a singular focus, his chest heaving, and I’m breathless.

He glances down at me once, shaking his head until hair obscures the darkness of his eyes. “I’m so hungry for you.”

Without saying another word, he drags my tank top down, my bra with it, and bends to take the peak of one breast into his mouth. He works my nipple between his teeth and spans his hand over my ribcage to keep me pinned. Over and over, his tongue laps at my breast, and he sucks it into the warm cave of his mouth as sensation tugs my gut into knots.

I squirm under him, but not to free myself. The more I writhe, the more of him I touch, and the harder he gets.

As much as I hated to admit it, I’d never been this turned on by any other man in my life. Boys, I correct. Only boys have come before him, and none of them with half as much skill as he’s showing. We haven’t even gotten to the main event.

Then, I lose my mind and arch my hips higher when he transfers to the other breast and starts to work me there.

Marcus Ortega is a pain in my ass, but he’s incredible. He’s strong and muscled in all the right ways, and he only has to look at me to turn me on.

He breaks away, settling his own hips harder against me before jolting back. He balances on his knees and spreads my legs further apart, groaning, his fingertips skimming up the inside of my thighs, underwear gone, nothing between us. His gaze grazes down the lower half of my body, and my breath catches before he dives, going down until his face is between my legs. The first swipe of his tongue has me seeing stars.

He latches his mouth between my thighs, and I gasp, my head thrown back at the outstanding pleasure and pressure of his swirling tongue, locking and sucking and teasing a circle around my clit.

“Jesus Christ.”

“There’s no Christ here,” he says against my core. “There’s only me and you in this room, Empire. You’re going to remember who had their mouth on you first.”

“Always,” I whisper.

Always the two of us. I reach down and tangle my fingers in his hair while he licks at me, turning his tongue in tight circles around my clit before breaking away to taste along my entrance.

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