Page 50 of Wanted
Ethen had been justified in shooting her.
“Anna.” Reaching her side, Marcus grabbed her arm.
She was going to be sick.
Wrenching away from him, she bolted for the nearest bathroom. She barely made it before her rolling stomach rebelled. Nothing came up, but she heaved and gagged anyway. She was barely aware of when Marcus squeezed himself into the stall behind her, his strong arm wrapping around her waist as he gathered her hair out of the way. He held her over the toilet while she fell apart, and he didn’t try to force her upright again until she was finally reduced to nothing but helpless spitting because her mouth wouldn’t stop watering.
“I’m sorry,” she cried.
He said nothing. He just drew her up into his arms, but his silence was damning. He was angry with her. He had to be. At the very least, he had to be disappointed.
She was disappointed in herself too. She’d failed at everything tonight.
The toilet in the stall beside them flushed. After a moment, a woman edged past their door, her wide eyes staring in at them before hurrying on out of the bathroom.
“We’re going home,” Marcus finally said.
“I’m sorry.” She couldn’t even bring herself to look at him.
“Stop apologizing.”
Shoulders slumping, she let herself be pulled from the stall.
“Wash your face and rinse your mouth.”
He followed her to the sink and she did as she was told, refusing to look at him even in the mirror.
“Let’s go.”
The command was terse, and it flayed her with all the things she knew she deserved to hear him say about how she’d behaved. And yet, angry as he was, he still opened the bathroom door for her.
“Leaving already?” Muscles called as Marcus pushed her on ahead of him, past the security desk with the heat of his hand burning into the small of her back.
Marcus didn’t answer him. He simply opened that next door for her too, pushing her through it, out of the dungeon play area, through the locker room entry, and into the secret tunnel leading up and out.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” she begged, and before she could even turn around, he grabbed her. Suddenly, her back was to the brick wall and his hard body was against her front, pinning her to it.
His grip on her arms was almost painful it was so tight, but it was the look on his face that took her breath away. He sucked it straight from her lungs a bare heartbeat before he kissed her.
His mouth wasn’t gentle. It was hard and fierce, plundering. And when he broke it, his rough voice was just as fierce when he told her, “It was not your fault, damn it. Stop apologizing.” He shook her by the shoulders. “It was my fault, understand?”
Shocked as she was, she nodded, but she didn’t understand at all. And she understood even less when his angry gaze dropped to her lips, sending shocks of raw awareness straight from them into her knotted stomach.
“It was my fault,” Marcus said, “for letting you play with him. My fault for not vetting him better or stopping it sooner.”
Was that his cock she could feel, digging hard into her belly where his hips held her pinned? She tried, but she couldn’t catch her breath. She was panting, as if she’d just run a mile in less than a minute, but the only thing running right now was her heart. It raced, fast and unsteady. Even more unsteady than her knees.
Were he not holding her like this, she’d have collapsed at his feet, especially when he tore his gaze from her mouth and finally confessed, “I wasn’t prepared to watch you play with another man.”
He shook his head, correcting himself. “I don’t want to watch you with other men, Anna. Ever.” He shook her shoulders even more gently than before. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She nodded, a bobblehead, unable to stop herself.
He looked at her mouth again, but the sparks were exploding inside her and this time the hunger was hers. She swooped up to catch his kiss halfway.
She yielded instantly, letting him take her, loving how swiftly his kiss deepened and his hunger for her grew until his kiss tasted angry all over again.
Letting go of her arms, he grabbed her ass, heaving her up until her feet left the floor. Latching onto his shoulders, she wrapped her legs around his hips, mewling into his mouth as he tore open his own pants first, and then at the skirt of her dress. He more ripped her panties aside than off, and in a single savage thrust, he was in her.
