Page 92 of The Catalyst

So, what do I do? I grab another bunch of noodles and shove them in my mouth, lacking all sense of grace and decorum.

He rolls his eyes and does the same, ignoring me and my antics.

He was right though. These are the best tasting lo mein noodles I have ever had. Even the vegetables are cooked to perfection.

I eat until I’m stuffed and am acutely aware that the oversized shirt I’m wearing doesn’t even cover my ass when I stand up to throw away the packaging to the food. I don’t know why that makes me feel self-conscious, but it does.

“You can’t avoid it now. You can’t stuff your mouth with anything else,” Martin mutters and I laugh.

“That’s what he said.”

I turn away from the trash can and he leans over me, blocking me against the counter, a serious expression on his face. “Did he do to you what Nigel did?” he presses.

“No.” My face twists with disgust and my first reaction is to sayOliver wouldn’t do that, but I don’t know that. I didn’t think Nigel would either but he did.

“Did he put you in danger?”

I slam my lips shut because I know I can’t lie about that.

“Did he hurt you?” Martin pushes and my eyes slam shut.

“Not physically, okay? He didn’t do anything like what Nigel did,” I defend, feeling like I need to do that for him when he hasn’t earned that. He did the opposite.

“Then, what did he do? Just tell me what happened,” he begs as he runs his fingers along my jaw, much like he did yesterday when I came to him.

My eyes flutter shut from the comfort he offers and my heart does a crazy dance in my chest.

“Talk to me, little rabbit,” he whispers as he presses his forehead against mine. He touches me like I matter to him, like I’m special, and I eat it up. I absorb all the energy he gives me and he hands it over willingly as my eyes meet his. Those oceanic blue orbs draw me in and I find myself mimicking the affectionate touch, savoring the feel of his five o’clock shadow stabbing into my palm.

We have this connection and I’m nearly choking on it. I want it to suffocate me.

“I-I-I–” I stutter, trying to fight my way through the haze, as he leans in, his nose brushing against mine, his lips barely separated from mine.

“Either tell me or I’ll rip off your clothes and fuck you right here. I’ll take this sweet pussy I’ve missed so much…” With his free hand, he pries my thighs apart and trails his fingers over my panties, teasing me. “...and I’ll make you scream and beg for more like I did in the back seat of my car. I’ll get those words out of you one way or another, little rabbit. Now, are you going to give them to me or am I going to pry them from your soul?”

A loud moan falls from my lips as he pushes my panties to the side and teases my bare flesh. “Martin,” I whimper his name as he holds eye contact with me and my body begs for more than just his finger taunting my slit and coaxing my clit.

“So fucking wet and I know that’s not from the shower,” he groans as he circles my clit and I spread my thighs more for him. “You better fucking remember this in the morning.”

Normally, such a remark would make me laugh, but I’m too focused on the need pulsing in my veins.

“I’m not drunk,” I rasp as he presses a finger inside me and I curse from how good it feels. “I-I-I was cheating on Nigel…with Oliver.” His fingers freeze their movement, but I rake my fingers through his hair, moaning against his lips. “Don’t stop, please,” I beg and he nods before adding another finger. Then, he hooks the digits and I cry out from him hitting that sweet spot.

Normally, I’d ask how he knew where mine was, but I already know he’s touched me like this before, even though I have no recollection of it.

I ride his fingers as he watches my eyes, taking in every expression on my face.

“Tell me,” he demands.

My core vibrates against his hand as I open my mouth. “I knew Nigel was cheating on me so–oh fuuuck–I cheated right back with his best friend because I’m petty like that.” I gasp as he runs his thumb over my clit.

“You go right for the jugular and, I gotta say it’s hot as fuck.” He leans down and presses kisses against my throat.

“That wasn’t me doing my worst,” I mewl as my core starts to clamp down on his fingers. Fuck, I’m so close. “Oh my god.”

“Keep going,” he demands as he removes his hand from my core, lifts me up onto the counter, and yanks my panties down my legs.

I rip my shirt over my head, just ready for him to fuck me already. I’m so wound up and need the release he is taunting me with.

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