Page 37 of Prized Possession

“I-I… I didn’t even know you liked me. I-I thought you…hated me,” I stutter, shaking my head rapidly, like that might change how bloody mind boggling this entire scenario is.

Marcus lets out a dark chuckle, but there’s no humour there.

“I definitely never hated you. I hated how you made me feel. You were off-limits, and I wasn’t allowed to find you attractive. I told myself repeatedly that you were nothing special.

“Still, you looked at me with those big fucking silver eyes, like you could see past all my bullshit, and that scared me. So I treated you like shit. I pushed you away and made you think I hated you, in the hope that you’d stop looking at me like you are right now.” His voice gets deeper and more urgent, and as the final word leaves his lips, he’s almost growling at me.

My mouth flops open, and once again I have no idea what to say. I thought I’d done a better job of hiding my schoolgirl crush, but it’s a bit too late now.

“I-I…I didn’t…”

My words trail off, and I’m honestly not sure what I was about to say. Luckily, Marcus doesn’t need me to reply.

“You never stopped looking at me, and I have no idea if that’s a good thing or not. There’s a million bloody reasons why this is a bad idea, and I don’t give a shit about any of them. But I do stand by what I said before, I refuse to touch you until you trust me.”

Before I can even think about what I’m saying, the words tumble from my lips. “I do trust you.”

A sad smile crosses his face, like he doesn’t believe me, and I want to fight him, but his next sentence catches me off-guard.

“Then tell me why you need to take back control. I saw the change in you that began nearly a year ago. I was too consumed watching your brother fall apart, I missed the exact moment it happened to you, but when I started seeing the signs…I knew something big had occurred.”

My heart is racing, there’s a loud buzzing in my ears, and I’m suddenly feeling really fucking dizzy. It’s like the walls are closing in around me, and my breathing starts coming in short and sharp until I’m panting, desperately trying to pull in air, yet never getting enough.

Even though Marcus says he knows, I’m certain he doesn’t, otherwise he wouldn’t have asked. But the fact he knows something happened, that scares me. Though not half as much as him wanting to know. Marcus isn’t the type of person who lets things like this go.

“I-I…It’s… I mean, it’s nothing,” I stutter, as sweat runs down my back.

Marcus shakes his head, but he doesn’t look disappointed in my answer. It’s almost like that’s what he expected me to say. “Okay.”

The way he says that one word sets me on edge. “I mean it,” I snap.

“Okay,” he repeats, which just winds me up even more.

“Stop saying that!”

The small almost sad smile morphs into that cocky smirk of his again, and his moodswing catches me off-guard. “We both know something happened. You can deny it all you want, but until you trust me enough to tell me about it, there will be no touching.”

I swear my vagina would have groaned with despair if it could. I want nothing more than to have those big, strong hands of his on my body, but talking about my past is out of the question.

I’ve spent over a year trying to push it from my mind, and although I’ve been wildly fucking unsuccessful, I’ve managed to keep it a secret, and I don’t plan on breaking the promise I made to myself.

I don’t know where the hell it comes from, but I try to turn the tables on him, to play him at his own game.

“That means I can’t touch you either, though. You will have to walk around with blue balls if you stick to this.”

He shakes his head, a wicked smile on his lips. His hand moving pulls my attention down to his cock, as he pulls his length out of his boxers. I have to hold back a fucking gasp at the size of him.

I blink rapidly a few times, wondering if I’m seeing things, but I’m not. He’s really that fucking big.

He wraps his hand around the base of his shaft, and he’s so wide, he almost struggles to get his fingers to meet. As he begins dragging his hand up and down his hard length, my body tingles and I’m frozen, staring at his movements.

“As much as I’d love for this to be your hand, I’m a patient man. I can wait, and I’ll continue using my imagination. I’ll picture what those pretty red lips of yours would look like stretched wide as I slide my cock into your mouth, imagining what your throat feels like swallowing around me. I bet you’d be able to take me deep, with a bit of practice.”

Fuck, now I really am going to have to throw my knickers away. I don’t think I’ve ever been wetter than I am right now. I have to clench my thighs together to try and alleviate a bit of the pressure that’s building in my core.

Yet, Marcus seems intent on pushing me even further into madness. “I bet if I were to slip my fingers into your knickers right now, I’d find you dripping wet. I can see you shimmying your hips, trying to clench your thighs together to ease some of that throbbing ache. Do you want to touch yourself right now?”

Hell fucking yes, I do, I shout in my head, but in reality, I stay silent. I’ve never touched myself in front of someone else before, and my self-conscious part holds me back.

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