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Marshall takes my words in, I could visibly see him doing it, and finally he nods. “Fine, I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to.”
My mouth gapes at his words. I mean, he’s being honest yet giving in at the same time.
He dips his face down until we’re nose to nose, his voice going lower. “Now, we’re gonna go back to your room and finish this conversation. You can explain to me about my perfect little mold and what you think that means.”
I swallow, my mind going somewhere completely different, wondering if this was actually a good idea. He’s saying all the right things, but can it be trusted?
My stomach tightens, and my cock thickens. My heart beats harder against my chest, and I nod, hoping that going with him and trusting that he’s going to keep his word is enough.
In the past, he’s always kept his word, so this time shouldn’t be any different. I do hope.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
KEYS
“You okay?”
It’s a stupid question to ask Marla, but I knew she was anything but fine. I just wanted to hear her say it.
The whole thing was fucked up. Marley should’ve kept her mouth shut, but I’m getting when it comes to those three siblings, none of them can keep quiet. They always have to put their two cents in. I get it. It’s who the three of them are, no matter how wrong they are, they all think they’re right.
Not even Marla is right in this. She’s stubborn as hell and going against her family in something she should be letting them in on.
“No,” she says honestly, surprising me. “I’m not okay. I’m so pissed I could go back out there and punch Marley right in the nose.”
It’s all I can do to keep from snorting at the image of her punching Marley. I have a feeling if she did that, we’d have a full-on smackdown right there in the main room.
“But no . . .” she drags out, “if I do that, we’ll get in a much bigger fight which will involve our dad getting out the cuffs andcuffing her and me together. That’s the last thing I need right now.”
“So, what do you need?” I ask, cocking a brow. I already know what I’d like to be doing, but that won’t happen until I know she wants it too.
“Honestly?” She looks at me in question.
“Yeah.” I nod.
Marla’s eyes get that lustful come-hither look in them like they did the last time she came on to me. She steps toward me and strokes her fingers along my chest.“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me so I’m not thinking of anything else but your cock sliding inside me.”
Fuck me.
Gripping her hair in one hand, I tilt my head down and claim her lips as I’ve wanted to do for months.
Damn, the taste of her lips has haunted me. The taste of her lips was a memory I could never push from the front of my mind. Kissing her, devouring her, nothing could ever be as sweet.
Walking her backward, not once leaving her mouth. With one arm around her waist, my other hand in her hair, I lower her until she’s lying on my bed.
Marla moans into my mouth when I spread her legs open to fit between them. If only she knew what was coming. I don’t doubt she’d be freaking, but she said she wanted me to make it so all she can think of is me sliding inside her. That’s exactly what I intend to make happen. She’ll be begging me by the time I’m inside her.
Scooting her toward the middle of the bed, I make sure she’s directly where I need her to be, all while kissing her. Her mouth alone is enough to have me ready for her. I look forward to using her mouth for something else altogether, but that won’t be right now.
This time it’s all about her. There will be a time when she does all I want her to do for me.
Taking her hands from around my neck, I stretch them above her head and secure her wrists to the shackles that I keep hidden between the headboard and mattress.
I lift my lips, and she realizes what I’ve done to her.
“What are you doing?” she snaps, tilting her head to look up, but also yanks on her wrists.
“Just doing what you want me to do,” I tell her, trailing my hands along her arms, until I get to the strap of her tank top. “You want to forget, baby, that’s exactly what you’re gonna do.”
