Page 16 of Wilt

He stands once I’m done, taking me by surprise, walking to the still-open door. He bends to collect something—a cup with a straw—and hands it to me. “Coke.”

I take it and as I do, our fingers touch on the cold, damp vessel. Our gazes meet and his turns into melting desire. Without warning, my memory of those kisses slam into me, the pleasure and heat, the way everything in me disintegrated into just pure want.

My breath hitches and I force myself to look away. There’s something terribly, horribly wrong with me.

I want his mouth again.

I want to see if he tastes like I remember, cigarettes and jasmine and earth. It’s a strange combination, and I’m not even sure he smokes. I’ve kissed a smoker; some edgy boy who thought he was a rebel. This is different, like unsmoked tobacco with all the things that make it addictive.

My body doesn’t care who or what he is. He might be the devil himself; actually, he probablyisthe devil. He killed someone in cold blood right in front of me, threatened to cut out my tongue and kill Genius.

None of that matters right now, not when I’m slammed in the face with a want that pulls me in, and the overwhelming desire to taste him again. I want to take my time, delve in. Lose myself.

As if sensing my thoughts, his hand grabs mine suddenly and eases the cup from it. “Any more of that squeezing and you’re going to get soda all over everything. While I admit I’dloveto see you all wet, sugar syrup is not my favorite.”

His words light a fire in me, and I clench my thighs together. The gesture doesn’t go unnoticed, unfortunately, and he flashes me a tight-lipped smile that’s full of secrets.

Shit. I need to get out of here.

I push the food away, and at the same time, he dumps the bag and the drink on the table next to the bed and clamps his hand down on my wrist. “Let me go.”

“Never.”

Staring at his fingers wrapped tightly around my arm, my heartbeat turns into a gallop and my stomach twirls with excitement. I try and pull myself free, but he’s too strong, squeezing hard enough to make pain radiate down my elbow, and I yelp.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re mine now. You’re mine to play with whenever I want. Mine to destroy.”

A pulsing throb beats between my legs. Maybe I’m sick in the head for being attracted to a cold-blooded monster. I must be. I should be running, screaming. I should be fighting him, not sitting here and wanting… wanting…

Him.

“What do you want me with me?” I’m sneering now, desperately fighting the attraction coursing through my body.

Leaning closer to me, his mouth hovers over mine, so close his breath fans across my lips. I freeze.

Oh, do I want that mouth.Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this.

I raise my chin, unable to stop myself, seeking his heat, his taste.

And he knows it. His fingers whisper along my throat, my ear, my jawline. “Oh, my little Rose. My sweet, delicious Rose, with all that untried passion. Because youareuntried, aren’t you?”

I swallow. “I’ve fooled around a bit.”

He sees right through my lie. “Ah, you’re a delicious virgin, aren’t you? You may dress like a vixen for the stage but really, you’re untouched.”

I open my mouth, then shut it. How do I even answer that?

“Oh fuck, am I going to enjoy taking that. I’ll ruin you. Best of all? You’ll beg me to.Beg.”

Fear lances through me at the same time as a deep beat of desire. He looks at me with hunger, a need I didn’t expect. It’s heat and ice and something so dark, it steals the air from my lungs.

“My Rose,” he whispers, lips brushing mine. “You’re mine now.”

“Is that why you took me?”

He laughs. “No, little Rose. This is just a perk.” He pauses. Snatching my chin roughly in his grasp, he forces me to meet his eyes. “I want revenge.”

Chapter6

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