Page 69 of Mara
Our game.
The only worthy opponent to have earned the prize of my truth.
The table rocked beneath us, the sound of it scraping against the floor nearly lost in the intensity of the moment. Her body was pressed against mine, soft and warm, and I could feel the heat radiating from her skin.
The way she shuddered when my hands slid down to her lower back, pulling her even closer. The air between us thickened, charged with something dangerous, something neither of us could control.
I broke the kiss only for a second, just long enough to pull in a breath, and in that moment, I heard it. The faint, ragged sound of her breathing. She was shaking. I didn’t know if it was from fear or excitement, but I didn’t care.
Not right now.
Right now, I just need her to know that she was mine. I wanted the twats to know as well. The ones watching on the camera see it. The light is blinking red behind her. Everyone would understand that Mara Abara was my fucking toy.
I could see the way she was looking at me now, her eyes wide, her lips swollen from the kiss. She was confused, maybe a little scared, but there was something else there, too, something I couldn’t quite name.
It was in the way she still pressed up against me, the way her breath caught when I moved my lips to her neck, trailing kisses down the curve of her throat.
I pulled away just enough to look into her eyes, to make sure she knew what was happening, that this was beyond anything we ever had before. Her chest rose and fell with each breath.
I could still feel the battle inside her. The war between what she wanted and what she thought she should do. It was almosttangible. The way her hands pressed against my chest, not pushing me away, but not quite pulling me closer either.
It was like she was afraid.
Afraid of what I made her feel, but even more afraid of the part of her that was answering back. That part of her that was beginning to burn just as hot as I burned.
I didn’t give her the chance to make a decision. Instead, I pulled her back to me, kissing her once more, but this time softer, slower, letting her feel the full weight of my desire.
I had always been chaos. And now, she was part of it. And for a fleeting, perfect moment, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
The silence between us was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. I could hear the way her breath caught in her throat, the little gasp that slipped through her lips every time I touched her, every time our bodies shifted, pressing together like two forces colliding.
It was chaos, pure and unfiltered, and yet there was a strange comfort in it. A comfort in knowing that, for all her resistance, she was here. She was with me.
I traced the curve of her jaw with my thumb, lifting her face so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes flickered, and I could see the fight in them, but there’s something more there now. Something dangerous. Something raw. She wasn’t entirely sure of what was happening, but she hadn’t pulled away. Not yet.
“You’re not afraid of me, Nirvana,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. The words sliced through the tension between us. “You want this as much as I fucking do. Don’t lie to me. You are tired of hiding behind Gianna’s perfection, tired of playing the good little slave at this stupid ass job. The only time you are free is when you give in to me.”
For a moment, she just looked at me, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. She was torn, and I could seethe way her lips trembled, as if she was about to speak but couldn’t quite find the words.
And then, without thinking, without any further hesitation, I kissed her again, a demanding, possessive kiss that told her everything I couldn’t put into words.
It was different this time. Her body reacted immediately, her hands moved up to my neck, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
Her lips parted beneath mine, and I took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping inside her mouth with a hunger I couldn’t try to hide.
She responded. Like she always had with me. Her body pressed against mine with a desperation I hadn’t expected, but that only fueled the fire inside me. She was slipping. Losing herself just like I had.
I pulled away again, just enough to let her catch her breath. Her lips were swollen, red, and there was a darkened spark in her eyes, a look that told me she was no longer just reacting to me. No, now she was feeling something for herself.
A dangerous game indeed. One that maybe neither of us was equipped to handle, but both of us were too far in to stop. I would claim her as my prize.
“I can feel you,” I whispered against her lips, barely pulling back enough to speak, unwilling to break from this spell. “I can feel everything you’re trying to hide. You can’t pretend with me, Nirvana.”
She didn’t say anything, but I saw the way her hand trembled against my chest. There was fear, yet there was a hunger in her, too.
The same hunger that pulled me to her, that made me want to drag her deeper into this world I had created. Where there were no rules. Where she was mine, and I wouldn’t let go.
I kissed her again, slower this time, tasting her hesitation and desire all at once. I wanted to drown in it. I wanted to lose myself in her, to make her forget everything but the feel of my hands on her skin, the rhythm of our bodies, the heat that was building between us.
