Page 61 of Cursed to Be Mine
My fingers dig into the cushion of my thighs, my nails cutting through the thin fabric of my pants. Then his hands are there, his thumbs rubbing soft strokes against my skin in rhythm to his breaths.
He breathes in…
My thoughts freeze as I focus on his hands and chest moving against me.
He breathes out…
And in…and out...
With a shaky breath, I follow, finally starting to expel the uncontrollable fear.
The panic.
He breathes in…
But holy fuck, what do I tell him? And should I leave if my presence will get him killed? What if the wolves find him, smelling me on him? Can they evendo that?
Releasing one of my hands, he cups my chin and guides my head to look at him. Deep-brown eyes pierce through the lingering panic. “I’ve got you,kira,” Khalid murmurs. “Everything is going to be fine.”
I want to believe him, but what can he possibly do against werewolves? Ma is dead...as are so many others…
“Vlad will be here in a few minutes.” He squeezes my hands, getting me to focus. “He’s going to have questions about the marks on your neck and all your cuts…” His eyes darken for a brief moment before flattening again into a grounding calm. “Someone might’ve seen you two arguing as well. And even if not, you left tire marks on the drive.”
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. I know he wants answers, but I can’t give them to him. Can’t tell him about werewolves being real… I’d be charged with insanity at Ma’s trial.
“Look at me,kira.”
My eyes refocus on him and his five o’clock shadow.
“Tell Vlad the marks are mine. That I was here with you for the past couple hours, and your mom argued because you were coming to meet me.”
My brain wraps around his words, at how quickly he came up with them.Like he has experience.
Thoughts of him being in the mafia rise again, but this time, they’re met with an eerie calm. If he’s dangerous, maybe he can stand up to wolves… Don’t gangs have heavily guarded compounds?
He’s not in the mafia, Scarlett. Stop making up stories and focus.
“What are you going to tell them,kira?”
I let out a shaky breath. “That I came here to meetyou.”
“Good.” His hand on my chin feathers across my cheek. “But Vlad knows my preferences,kira. I need you to mark me.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
“I need you to leave hickeys on my neck and scratches on my back.”
I gape at him in overwhelming silence.
“Vlad won’t buy the alibi otherwise. He knows I don’t stop until a woman loses all control.”
My eyes dip to his neck. My cheeks erupt into flames over his words. Over him not stopping until I’m a mess in his hands. The sharp arousal pierces through more of my panic, and I grasp at it in order to try to think everything through.
The hotel phone rings once, then stops. I jump from the surprise, but Khalid doesn’t even flick his eyes towards it. He keeps me the focus of his sight as he says, “That’ll be the front desk telling us Vlad is here. Mark me,kira.” He leans his neck to the side as he threads his fingers in my hair.
I twist on the bed to face him, my heart beating rapidly as I wet my lips. I’ve dreamed of kissing him for months, the scenes haunting my dreams. Scenes that went a hell of a lot further than kissing… But they never started like this.
Like an alibi to explain my whereabouts last night when my ma was being murdered. Tears burn my eyes. For all my hatred of her, I didn’t want her dead. Especially not killed by wolves.
