Page 83 of Made For Ruin

"I don't care." She presses closer, her breath tickling my neck. "I just want to be close to you."

Desire crashes through me, hot and urgent. I walk us backwards until her back hits the wall. Caging her in with my arms, I dip my head and capture her mouth in a searing kiss.

She makes a soft noise and melts against me, her lips parting eagerly. I lick into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of champagne on her tongue.

Kissing Lainey never fails to destroy me. It's like tossing a match into gasoline - the want between us ignites instantly, a wild inferno I can't control.

Breaking the kiss, I start trailing my lips down her neck, growling when I hit the high collar of her dress. I want to mark her, stake my claim for everyone to see.

The image of her sitting next to Axel flashes through my mind and I tense, jealousy flaring hot in my gut.

I know they're just friends. I know I have nothing to worry about. But something about seeing them together, their heads bent close as they talked, made me want to drag her into my arms and show everyone who she belongs to.

Mine. My woman, my love, my future.

I pull back slightly, staring down at her flushed face and kiss-swollen lips. Her eyes are hazy with desire, her pulse fluttering wildly in her throat.

"Let's get out of here," I rasp.

She blinks. "What? Now?"

I nod curtly. "I need you. Right now."

Her pupils dilate, and she licks her lips. "But what about the reception?”

"Screw the reception." I slide my hand into her hair, tugging lightly. "I want to be alone with you.”

I take her hand, my fingers wrapping completely around hers. The knowledge of the resort's layout from my security sweep guides me as I lead her down the hallway. My stride lengthens until she has to hurry to keep up, her heels clicking against the marble floors.

"Marcus, where are we going?" Her voice carries a mix of excitement and nervousness that makes my blood burn hotter.

I spot what I'm looking for - one of the resort's private powder rooms, complete with a sitting area and ornate vanity.Without hesitation, I open the door, pulling her inside. The lock clicks with satisfying finality.

The space feels like its own world, removed from the wedding and its complications. Crystal sconces cast a warm glow over marble and gold fixtures. Lainey's reflection multiplies in the surrounding mirrors as I back her against the door.

"You have no idea what you do to me." My hands find her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin through the silk. "Watching you all day, not being able to touch you."

"Someone will notice we're gone." But her hands slide up my chest, contradicting her words.

"Let them." I capture her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head. "Right now, I need to remind you who you belong to."

Her pupils dilate, darkening those blue eyes I can't stop thinking about. "Marcus..."

"Say it again." I press closer, using my body to pin her more firmly against the door. "Say my name."

"Marcus." It comes out as a breathless whisper that tests every ounce of my restraint.

"That's my good girl." My free hand tangles in her hair, tilting her head back. "Now tell me who you belong to."

"You." Her voice comes out soft but certain. "I belong to you."

The words trigger something primitive in me. I lower my head to her throat, dragging my teeth along her pulse point.

"And don't you forget it."

"How could I?" Her body arches into mine. "When you make me feel like this?"

I release her wrists, needing both hands on her. My fingers trace down her sides, memorizing every curve through the silk. "Like what, sweetheart? "

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