Page 78 of The Sea Witch's Son

I stare at the impossibly beautiful face in front of me. It’s as flawless as always, except there’s something wrong with his eyes.

They’re darker than usual. A shade of violet that looks a little more out of control.

“Are you... angry?” Shock leaks into my voice.

“Anger is a volatile emotion I do not bother myself with.” His voice remains perfectly calm while the creases around his eyes tighten, “However, I do not appreciate knowing you came by someone else’s doing.”

“I didn’t know.” The confession slips past my lips, driving an unexpected need to reassure him, “I swear I didn’t know.”

“Here’s the thing, little saint.”

He leans forward, pressing me into the desk. A gasp slips out when he kisses my neck, gently stroking the bite mark with his tongue.

“I don’t take turns.” He breathes into my skin, “And I wouldn’t call you a good girl.”

Large hands grip my waist, picking me up and setting me down roughly on the desk. I grab onto his shirt to keep from falling backward and his arrogant smile is waiting for me when I pull myself upright.

“Because you’re not a good girl, are you?” Running his fingers between my thighs, he pushes them open, “You like fighting for control almost as much as you like giving it up.”

“You’re making assumptions.”

My breath catches when his fingers hit the edge of my panties. He’s watching me, watching my reaction when he pulls the material from my pussy and lets it snap against my skin.

A strangled sound escapes my lips.

“You made an assumption last night. This,” He snaps the band again, drawing out another whimper, “Is me confirming a theory.”

“And what theory is that?”

“You’re mine.” His lips split into a blinding smile, “Mine to touch. Mine to pleasure. Mine to do whatever the fuck I want.”

I’m breathing hard and fast, doing my best to ignore the heat that’s pooling between my legs.

“Nobody likes a selfish lover, Marlin.”

He chuckles, the deep sound going straight to my clit.

“I amveryselfish, little saint. I take what I want,” He spreads my legs wider and steps between them, “When I want,” Skimming a finger up my inner thigh, he traces the damp seam of my panties, “How I want.”

Something bright and violent lights up those eyes before Marlin crashes his lips to mine. He licks his way into my mouth, stealing my breath and my composure with every furious stroke.

Flames coat my skin as the spark between us ignites. I kiss him back, feeling my body come alive with every groan that flows out his mouth.

“Say it was me.” He flicks my tongue with his own, “Say it was me you were thinking of when you fucked your own hand.”

Every furious stroke, every spiteful bite is matched and taken to a new level as the heat starts to build.

“It was you.”

He sucks the words right out of my mouth before pushing me back down on the desk. I’m panting, squirming under his hold when he pushes my panties aside and swipes my slit.

“Is this for me too?” He steals the cum and wipes it along my thighs, “So messy, little saint. So wet, right here on a professor’s desk.”

“Marlin.” I gasp, feeling his fingers tease my opening.

“Are you asking for something?” He tilts his head, watching me writhe on the desk, “I need you to use your words. I would hate for your needs to get lost in translation.”

“Touch me.” It’s a plea.

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