Page 151 of Awakened by Sin

“Letyourself go,” she whispered as she kissed the side of his mouth.“You’re a man. Let your animal instincts take over. Forget about morals and proper behavior. Do what feels good. You’re in control here.” She pressed a close-mouthed kiss on his lips before she looked up at him.“That’s the last one you get unless you make me.”

She shoved him hard. He stumbled back and dropped his cup.Glass shattered, and expensive wine leaked across the floor. Neither of them acknowledged it. They stared at one another as the colored lights from The Strip played over their faces. She couldn’t read his expression. His rigid body, narrowed eyes, and silence was so unlike him. It made her heart flutter with excitement. She’d caught glimpses of his dominant side, but he’d never given it free rein. He was always cool, effortless control. He was comfortable playing the nice guy, but there was more to him. She knew it. Now, how to incite his beast?

She hurled her empty glass at him. He sidestepped and turned to watch the cup shatter before he turned back to her with a scowl. Her badass bitch rose to the surface and raised a brow.

“What are you gonna do about it?” she asked with a hand on her hip.

Marcus stared at her.

“Nothing?” She sighed dramatically and examined her nails. “Figures. I know I should have fucked—”

One moment, he was standing three feet away, and the next, he was in front of her. He clamped a hand over her mouth and propelled her backward until she collided with the glass wall. Her nails dug into his wrist, but he didn’t loosen his hold. She looked up, and her heart stuttered.Holy fuck. The polite, amused businessman was gone. His whole demeanor had changed. His eyes were calculating, cold, and hungry while the lines of his face seemed sharper as he morphed into a character who would match hers.

He leaned down so their faces were inches apart. “Behave.”

She brought her leg up, but he jerked back in time and gripped her by the throat. He squeezed hard enough to make her aware of his strength. No man had ever manhandled her before. No mandaredand now … now she could let loose as she never had before.

She went for his eyes with her nails. He blocked her hand at the same time that he kicked one of her legs out from under her. She screamed as she fell. Marcus followed her down and stopped the back of her head from hitting the floor with the grip on her throat. He crouched over her, a beast in his six-thousand-dollar Brioni suit.

“I told you to behave,” he said.

His placid tone sent a chill down her spine. His actions were nothing like the Marcus she knew. What had she unleashed … and how could she get more? She made her eyes as wide and vulnerable as possible and let her lips quiver.

“M-Marcus?”

He blinked twice, and his hand on her throat fell away. “Carmen?” When she didn’t answer, he cupped her face. “Did I hurt—”

She grasped a handful of his hair and yanked savagely. As he toppled to the side, she leaped to her feet and ran as fast as she could in her stilettos. She was feet from the stairs when Marcus tackled her from behind. She lost her breath as she took his weight.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he said.

She panted as her cheek pressed against the cold floor. He stood and yanked her up with him. She sucked in a breath as he twisted her arm behind her back. She walked quickly to avoid him breaking it. He shoved her on her knees in front of the couch and sat in front of her. He spread his legs and dragged her forward so she was between his thighs. The angle he kept her arm twisted at made her bend forward so her nose was pressed to his crotch.

“Undo my pants,” he ordered.

“I need both hands.”

“You can do without one.”

She fumbled with the belt buckle, undid his button, and tugged the zipper down. Her hand brushed against his dick, which was already hard. She looked up at him as she pulled his cock out of his underwear.

“Suck me.”

She bared her teeth at him. “Make me.”

His hand clamped on her cheeks, making her mouth fall open. He pushed her head down, and the next thing she knew, his dick was in her mouth, and he was balls deep. She gagged and tapped his hard thigh. When that didn’t work, her hand dug into his chest, but it made no difference since he was still clothed. He had a grip on her hair and her arm still bent behind her back, effectively pinning her. Holy shit.

“Suck me.”

She wriggled her tongue, and his grip on her hair eased. She bobbed tentatively and was rewarded even more. The piercing pain in her arm eased. Rewards for good behavior. He held her too close for her to see his face. He could have been anyone except that his scent reassured her she was safe. She tried to relax as she worked him, but she couldn’t. She had never done anything like this before. She expected this of Angel, butMarcus? She wasn’t sure if she was exhilarated or terrified.

“Use your hand.”

She hesitated, and he forced her head down. She immediately wrapped her hand around his dick to stop herself from deep throating him again. Her diamond rings sparkled as she fisted him hard.

“Good girl.”

That made her pause, but the grip in her hair forced her to continue moving.

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