Page 109 of Prized Possession

“This one isn’t too bad. It’s the biggest, but it’s mostly superficial. I’ve cleaned it well to prevent infection. If it’s okay with you, I’ll do the same with the other wounds too?

“They may need to be cleaned with antiseptic in the morning, but we can look at them again then,” I tell him, concentrating on the wound so I don’t have to look up at him again.

“Okay,” he grinds out.

Don’t do it, Chloe. Don’t look up!

No matter how many times I repeat it in my head, I do it anyway. There’s something in his voice that catches my attention, and I can’t help myself. His jaw is tight, like he’s grinding his teeth together, and he looks to be in more pain than he was before.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” I rush out, my hands now back on his hips, though I try not to grasp too tightly in case I am hurting him.

“I’m fine.” I hear the words, but his tone says he’s very much not alright.

“You sound like you’re in pain. You have to tell me. I can’t help you if you don’t?—”

My words are cut off and quickly turn into a high-pitched squeal as Marcus, completely forgetting about his injuries, or the cloth he’s supposed to be pressing against his side, reaches down, scoops his hands under my arms, and lifts me to my feet.

“The wounds aren’t causing me fucking pain… You are,” he snaps.

My eyes widen as my brow furrows in confusion. “What?”

Marcus reaches over and turns the shower off, then takes a menacing step towards me. Out of instinct, I step backwards until my back hits the glass of the shower door behind me.

Still, he keeps coming until he’s right in front of me, with barely any space between us. His breath fans over my face as he reaches out and grabs hold of my hip, his grip hard enough to bruise.

“Every time I see you in these fucking sleep shorts, I’m in pain, but now they’re fucking see-through and it’s agony. Then, seeing you on your knees for me, your fingers trailing over my thighs in the most innocent bloody way, all while you look up at me with those big silver eyes, looking like every fantasy I’ve ever had—that’s torture.

“No matter how many times that arsehole slashed or stabbed me, the pain of those wounds is nothing compared to being this close to you and not being able to fucking have you, Mio,” he growls, his chest heaving from the intensity of his words.

My heart is pounding so hard, I can hear it echoing in my ears, and I’m breathing so quickly, I’m close to hyperventilating. I open my mouth, but I have no idea what to say.

The intensity in his gaze shatters me. I’ve never been looked at by anyone the way Marcus looks at me. Not just that he wants me, but like he might die if he doesn’t have me, and that makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

I pull in a sharp breath, before raising my chin just enough that I can look up at him. Once his gaze connects with mine, I say the only words I can think of at this moment. “You can have me.”

I’ve barely finished my sentence when Marcus slams his lips against mine, claiming my mouth in the most delicious way. I wrap my arms around his neck, sliding my fingers into the hairs at the back of his neck, holding him close as I meet his kiss with my own.

This kiss is different from our others. It’s deep, bruising, almost claiming, and I’m more than happy to get lost in him.

His tongue sweeps across my lip, and I let him in, melding mine against his. I whimper into his mouth as I taste him, my body heating up, burning from the inside out.

As soon as he hears the noise I make, Marcus rocks his hips, rubbing his boxer-covered hard cock against my stomach. When he does, he pulls his lips away, groaning in a very different way to before.

“Fuck,” he mutters, taking a small step back, though my arms around his neck prevent him from going too far.

He looks down, his eyes widening as he does and I follow his gaze. Not only is there a small trail of blood running from the wound on his side, I’m completely covered in blood too. It most likely got there when I was helping him staunch the flow, or get undressed, but now it’s hard to unsee.

“You need stitches in that wound. It’s too deep to heal on its own,” I tell him, and he nods in agreement.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, and then I’ll call my doctor to come and take a look,” he says, glaring at the blood-soaked vest.

“Okay,” I agree, before reaching down to grab hold of my shirt so I can pull it off.

I only make it as far as my belly button piercing before Marcus reaches out and grabs hold of my wrists. His jaw is tight, his eyes dark and fixed on my face.

“If you take your clothes off in front of me, my last bit of self-restraint will fly out of the window, and I will have to fuck you, no matter how much it hurts.” His voice is deep and gravelly, and if I wasn’t wet before, I sure as hell am now.

“Don’t hurt yourself for me,” I tell him, letting go of my shirt. “I’ll help you clean your wounds, and you can get out while I wash. Sound good?”

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