Page 10 of Marked

But what is she afraid of, then? What is stopping her from giving me a response?

“What exactly is it that you want?” I press further, tightening my grip around her throat. “Tell me, Riley.”

The trembling stops and her lips turn into a thin line, matched a furrow between her brows. Still, she doesn’t speak, but arches her back and presses her chest against mine as if to challenge me.

“Is it this you want?” I ask, closing my fingers around her throat so tightly that she starts choking and gasping for breath.

The furrow disappears and her lips turn from the thin line to a small O, mimicking the way her eyes grow big in fear. She gags and tries to defend herself against my attack, her legs kicking helplessly behind my back as she struggles to get her wrists free from my confining hold.

“Or this?”

I let go of her throat and move my hand down to her crotch, pinching her lips through the fabric of the jeans. She replies with a groan that speaks of both surprise and pain—but the latter is too loud. I’m not really hurting her, I’m only threatening to do so.

She’s overreacting.

Is it because she’s agitated and confused? Is it because she regrets asking me to stay? Did she change her mind and doesn’t dare tell me?

“Speak!” I roar in a volume that makes her flinch and snap her eyes closed.

Or is it because she’s trying to manipulate me? Is she trying to distract me?

Her breath speeds when I move up to the hem of the jeans, ignoring both zipper and button as I intrude from the top. I find her soft lips glowing with heat and dripping with arousal as I part them with my fingers.

“Is this what you want?” I hiss, my hot breath dancing on her lips as I speak. “You just want me to take what I want?”

She yelps and arches her back when I part her lips with two fingers and slide a third one between them. Riley is so fucking wet that my finger is soaked within seconds, moving with ease as I push it forward, stretching her core after deliberately caressing her sensitive nub. She moans at every motion, coiling underneath me as she presses her hips forward against my body.

“You want me to use you like a good little fuck doll?” I go on, reveling in the deep blush that colors her pretty cheeks. “Is that it, Riley? You want to be my fuck toy?”

A shriek that evolves into a carnal groan escapes her when I add another finger, then a third, stretching her still further as I finger-fuck her. Her juices are all over my hand within a few thrusts, a slick sound betraying Riley with every movement.

“Yes,” she moans, and the blush on her face darkens. “Yes, please use me.”

Her eyes are flickering, a wild fire dancing in their depths when they meet mine. There’s no shame in them, but the same need that makes my blood pump. The ferocity with which my hard length expands against its fabric cage is almost painful.

And it makes my next move even more difficult.

She blinks in surprise when I withdraw my hand from her heated center, giving her no chance to object before I shove my hand in her face. Her lips welcome me instantly, the submissive’s desire to serve already guiding her actions.

I can’t stop myself from uttering a subtle groan as her tongue glides across my fingertips, her face contorting as she licks my fingers clean of her own juices.

Fuck, I want her. I want her like I’ve never wanted any other woman before.

But not like this. Not now.

“Good girl.”

My praise is followed by an action that leaves her visibly confused. I pull away from her, leaving her on the bed with her hands still above her head, as if I was still pinning them down by force. Her curious gaze follows me as I step back, both of us breathing heavily as the distance between us grows.

“I will use you,” I promise her in a hoarse whisper. “But I decide when—and how. Not you. Understand that, Riley?”

Anger flares up on her face, but only for a split second before she gives demure nod. There’s still hope in the way she looks at me now, her chest still heaving under labored breaths and her body tense with anticipation.

But this isn’t just a simple reminder. This is a rejection, a punishment to put her in her place.

I’m sure she realizes that the moment the door slams shut behind me when I leave the room.

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