Page 49 of Twisted Little Thing

She smirks. Maybe that’s what she wants me to do, I think.

"All right," she pipes. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you for calling me a car."

"That's better," I say, coming closer to give her a kiss on the cheek. "Good girl."

I notice something on her neck and tilt her head to the side with one finger, observing her throat.

"You should probably cover that up," I say.

She lifts her hand and places it on the spot I just looked at. It is one of the spots where I had bitten her before. She flinches when she touches the dark bruise on her sensitive skin.

She turns around and rushes over to the big mirror next to the door. There are hickeys decorating both sides of her neck. Nicky stretches and turns, audibly sighing when she sees the spots on her neck.

"My skin is so damn sensitive," she complains. "But they’re rather low on my neckline. I could wear a scarf or something to cover them up."

She turns around, looking at me. "If I had a scarf, that is…”

I smile at her. "Too bad. Now the whole world will know that you are mine."

She blushes and lowers her eyes as a shy smile appears on her face. It’s the most beautiful sight, and I’m relieved to see that she doesn’t freak out about me leaving visible marks on her.

It’s a good sign.

I approach her, placing my hands on her shoulders as I’m standing behind her. Our eyes meet in the mirror and both of our faces display that same silly face of infatuation.

"We have to go," I say, killing the moment before it drives me to do or say stupid things. "Our cars are waiting for us."

"Yeah," she whispers, casting another look at the bruises on her neck. "I have to admit that now I’m glad that you called a car for me. That would have been an awkward bus ride."

I lean down and plant soft kisses on each of her dark marks. She flinches at first, but leans into my soft kisses with a sigh once she realizes that I’m not about to add another bite to her tortured skin.

"I don’t think I’ll get bored with you too soon," she whispers.

"Why thank you," I reply, pinching her at the side before releasing her from my grasp.

We walk out the door, and I notice that Nicky keeps casting me looks from the side as we walk down the hallway.

"So unfair," she comments as we reach the elevator. "You turned me into a freaking mess, while you still look like this!" She motions her hands to take in my entire appearance.

I scan her from head to toe and can’t see anything wrong with her appearance. She looks exhausted with her messy hair and her smeared make-up, but all I can see is a beautiful and well-fucked girl. My girl.

"You look perfect," I say. "You have no idea how beautiful you look to me right now. If I could, I would take you right back to the room and show you how beautiful you are."

The doors open and we enter the elevator. As soon as the doors close, I have her pinned against the wall again, claiming her with another kiss while holding her hands in place above her head.

She moans, pushing her lower body against mine as our tongues intertwine in wild, yearning motions. These kisses. These desperate attempts to become one, to eat each other up. I have missed this feeling, this yearning for a woman. It feels as if my hunger for Nicky could never be sated.

I let go of her just before we reach the first floor and the elevator doors open to invite us into the hotel's lobby.

"Convinced?" I ask.

"Mhm," she confesses, looking up at me through radiant eyes, her cheeks flushed with lively red. I feel the same heat coating my cheeks.

I clasp her hand as I rush out of the elevator. We pace through the lobby as if we are being chased. She has trouble keeping up with my long steps and bumps into me when I suddenly stop mid-motion.

I let go of her hand and yank it away. It’s not a conscious move but an instinctive reaction to what I see ahead of us.

"Evan, what is–"?"

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