Page 73 of The Sea Witch's Son

Now, that is something he would say. Shaking my head, I climb out of bed and gently close my door.

The red heart sitting on my dresser stares back at me, and after a moment of hesitation, I grab the bundle of lace.

Shimmying out of the underwear I currently have on, I pull the nonexistent thong over my legs. The razor thin straps cross my hips in an intricate pattern of red string while a delicate bow decorates the flimsy material covering the front.

Apparently, he's got a thing for bows.

I bite my lip, studying the bright material hugging my body. It’s not my sexiest pair of panties but it’s definitely near the top.

ME: That depends. What monstrosity are you going to leave me tonight?

MARLIN: That also depends.

ME: On what?

MARLIN: Were you a good girl today or not?

My pussy clenches hard.

His taunting words mixed with the red lace has lust overtaking my system. The memory of our kiss replays in my mind,the rough hands and savage thrusts sending an unwanted thrill through me.

It was wild and ugly and felt fucking amazing.

ME: I didn’t kiss Finley, if that’s what you mean.

MARLIN: That is a good girl. How do you want me to reward you?

ME: Don’t break into my house at night.

MARLIN: I think we can do better. Lie on your bed and spread your legs for me.

My head snaps up and I do a panicked search of the room. No violet eyes peer back at me, no smug grin echoes from the shadows of my bedroom.

ME: Where are you?

MARLIN: In bed, although I would love some company.

ME: I’m serious.

MARLIN: So am I. It’s only half as fun to tell you all the things I could do to you.

The words sound frighteningly familiar, but the pulse in my core is doing a good job of derailing my thought process.

ME: I’m not playing this game with you.

MARLIN: Isn’t that what you’ve been doing this entire time? Playing games with the boys around you.

ME: I didn’t realize a man like you caught feelings so easily.

The typing bubbles disappear. Unexpected guilt needles my stomach as I reread my last message. It was designed to be cruel, but no crueller than the treatment he has given me.

ME: Don’t tell me a cat finally caught your tongue.

MARLIN: You are the only person I want on my tongue. Is that truthful enough for you?

The ache between my legs blooms to life. Glancing around my room one last time, I slide under the covers and turn off the lights.

ME: You avoided my question.

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