Page 59 of The Butterfly Killer

His eyes darkened as he wiped the blood away.

“Is that how you’d treat me?”

Marcus shook his head. “I wouldn’t even look twice at you.”

There was something violent that appeared in Roman’s eyes.

“And you talk about human decency.”

Marcus realized that he was messing up again. He was letting his anger cloud his judgment.

He ignored all the facts about Roman he knew. He ignored that the man was a serial killer. There had to be something the man strived for. No one went to these lengths to not getsomethingout of it.

He straightened. He relaxed his clenched fists and put on the most friendly smile he could muster while looking at Roman.

Roman gave him a quizzical look. Marcus ignored it and stuck out his hand.

“Hi, I’m Marcus. It’s nice to meet you.”

Roman looked down at the offered hand but made no move to shake it. Marcus didn’t let himself rethink the decision. The doubt was pushed to the side as he truly started to pretend he and Roman hadn’t met before.

There was a strange emotion that crossed Roman’s face as he looked back up at Marcus. For a second, it seemed like he thought Marcus was going to hit him again. Marcus wouldn’t have been surprised if Roman thought he was playing a joke on him.

He was probably waiting for Marcus to say sike or something silly like that. No, Marcus had just lost his mind and was being friendly to a man who’d kidnapped him.

Roman, whether he thought this was ridiculous or not, took Marcus’s hand into his own. He gave it one shake before he jerked Marcus forward.

Marcus tripped into Roman’s chest. He quickly shoved away, but Roman wrapped his arms around him.

Marcus growled through clenched teeth. “This is you meeting me?”

Roman turned Marcus around. His back was pulled against Roman’s chest. His breath hitched as Roman’s body heat warmed him from the neck down.

Roman had both of Marcus’s wrists in his hands. He held them securely against Marcus’s lowered stomach.

“You never said where we were.”

Marcus frowned. “Does it really matter?”

Roman pressed harder against Marcus’s back. He slowly moved them in a swaying motion. Marcus was throughly confused until he felt Roman start to grind on him.

It was a slow melodic movement that made his stomach plummet and his pulse spike.

Roman rested his cheek on Marcus’s shoulder. “This is your game, but I’m in charge. We’re in a club. The lights are down low. The music is so loud we can’t hear each other speak.”

Marcus grumbled. “And it probably stinks.”

Roman’s laugh puffed a bit of air against Marcus’s already goose-bumped skin. “If that’s what you want.”

Marcus didn’t attempt to struggle out of the hold. He let Roman move him back and forth. Roman’s hold on his hands relaxed until they were just holding hands.

“What song?”

“Hm?” Roman had tucked his face into the crook of Marcus’s neck. The little hum he made tickled.

“What song is playing?”

“What’s your favorite song?”

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