Page 61 of Mara
He turned around and stared at my face like it was the first time he had ever seen me. He studied me, watched me, and memorized me.
“I love…”
His hand slowly reached out to my face. His mind was unaware of what his body was doing.
I didn’t move. His hand caressed my cheek—a sharp contrast to his earlier rough, demanding grip.
I waited for him to continue with baited breath, not knowing what I expected him to say.
“The way that simply touching you makes me feel like I am on fire.”
My breath caught as he continued to explore my face.
“I love how your fear, rage, and pain act like a drug to my senses.”
I didn’t know what to say. His voice was so quiet I barely heard his words.
“I love what belongs to me. What I control.”
I sighed, deciphering his words. “You love yourself, Jinx. You love being the mighty badass puppeteer.”
He laughed, breaking the weird spell that was between us. I looked away, and his hand dropped to the ground.
“I don’t like talking. Why do you always ruin a good thing with words, Nirvana? I like you better with your mouth shut around my cock.”
I couldn’t understand the absolute enigma in front of me. Hot and cold, Jenkins fucking Kent.
“You love sex. You love how I stretch your little cunt to fit my dick.”
His words weren’t a lie, but I wasn’t letting him put up his stupid walls using sex as a way to do so again. I could feel him getting hard again, and I needed to turn this around.
“I love Cheese,” I blurted, and Jinx paused, his facial features confirming he thought I belonged with my patients.
“It’s my ferret.” I continued. “The one you saved from that crazy man in the woods.”
The irony of that statement wasn’t lost on me. Here I was in a similar situation again. Naked in the woods with a psycho in the pouring rain.
Jinx chuckled, as he seemed to remember being my valiant warrior.
“Oh yeah, the weasel. He’s okay.”
I started to correct him, inform him that Cheese was a ferret and that was different from a weasel, but stopped myself.
“Do you have any pets? There was a big cage in your living room when you opened the door.”
He narrowed his eyes and smiled playfully at my expression.
“I do.”
Not getting more than that, I sighed. “Spider? Snake? A fish named Fish? What is it?”
His grin grew wider, and he leaned forward to kiss my forehead. “I like it when you want information that I won’t give you.”
I growled and pulled away from his lips. “Why not?”
He was standing up from the ground, shutting down the conversation, and walking away from me back to where we came from.
I sighed and stood up, moving a few feet away from me, letting the rain wash the mud caked from my body.
