Page 9 of The Labyrinth
“Okay.”Marion blinked, trying to quickly absorb all the information.“Is Peter her plaything or something?”
“Yeah,” he answered.
Although she knew the answer was coming, it still stunned her.“How do I find her?”
“You don’t,” he said.He grabbed a duffle bag on the floor and proceeded to put socks and shoes on.“I’ll talk to her.”
“If you talk to her, I’m coming with you.”
“No, you’re not.”
She stood and glared at him.“Yes, I am!”
He stood and walked over until he was in front of her.“What is your relationship with Peter?”
“He’s my best friend.”
“Lover?”
“No.He’s like my brother.”
“Good.”
Before she could blink, he curled his hand around the nape of her neck and pulled her in close, slamming his lips onto hers.
Chapter Six
The kiss scorched her.
There wasn’t anything soft or gentle in it, only fierce hunger that obliterated every kiss she’d ever had.Not that she’d had a lot, but still, this was the type of kiss found only between the pages of a romance novel.He slid his hand around the back of her neck and sank his fingers into her hair, holding her in place as electricity danced through her body.When Deacon ran his tongue across the seam of her lips, she opened for him.Something wild exploded in her chest, swallowing her whole.
One hit and she was hooked.
Sanity finally kicked in and Marion yanked away from him.Her chest heaved, and she wasn’t sure if it was from outrage or excitement.If she was honest with herself, she loved his fiery kiss, but she’d never admit it out loud.
“I never gave you permission to kiss me,” she said.She’d intended the words to come out harsh, but even to her own ears it sounded a tad breathy.
