Page 13 of Wicked Truths

He doesn’t even like me.

And I mostly don’t like him.

“I’ve got you,” he says, kissing my temple. “But fucking hell, Oakley. You’ve got no idea how badly I want to spank your ass right now. You really should’ve warned me. You needed way more prep—”

“Could you bitch at me later?” I ask. “I mean, you’re literally still inside me.”

“Yeah, I am. And we didn’t use a condom.”

My face burns either from the exertion or from the mortification that the fog got me to the point I didn’t even consider the repercussions.

“I have an implant,” I whisper, pulling his hand so he can feel the tiny rod under the skin in my upper arm.

“I feel like your sex-ed teacher failed you if that’s the only thing you’re worried about,” he says, giving me a serious look. “I’ve never fucked without a condom. Not before now anyway. I got tested after…” He grimaces. “After my last relationship. I haven’t been with anyone since, but my urge to spank your ass for not asking ahead of time is strong.” He frowns. “You’re too damn naive for your own good. In the future, you don’t take anyone’s word for that, especially in the moment.” He’s still running his hand over the back of my head and looking at me like he’s waiting for me to agree.

“I’m not—” I don’t get to finish because he’s kissing me again as his cock jumps inside me. It’s difficult to process how incredible it feels. My biology at least is fully on board for a repeat performance.

“Be careful when you climb off,” he says, staring straight into my eyes. “It’s probably going to hurt a little.”

I pull my dress up and carefully climb off his still-hard cock. Embarrassment burns through my system when I realize I did, in fact, bleed on him.

I didn’t think that would happen.

I glance away, but Marcus shrugs.

“Sex is messy.” He nods toward my pussy. “Come on, let’s get back to the penthouse and we can take a shower together.” He frowns. “Maybe a bath. Hell if I know. I’ve never taken anyone’s virginity.” He smirks. “Not that I’m complaining. I just want to make that really clear. I like that I officially own your pussy.”

I snort a very unattractive sound, but I don’t fight it when he wraps his arm around me, guiding me out of the club. I do not complain a bit when we share a strangely sweet bath. I also don’t let myself think too much of it when we fall asleep spooning in my bed as he purrs against my back.

ChapterFour

Oakley

The ride home from the last-minute show is tense. Marcus has this palpable energy about him that says he’s about to take his bad attitude out on my body in the best way possible. There legitimately has to be something wrong with my brain because I’m so here for it. I don’t even have words to describe how much I want him to use me.

We make it into the penthouse and Sullivan heads off toward his room.

I aim for the fridge and just as I’m about to pull it open, Sulli calls out, “Don’t forget to ice your hands.”

“I will,” I assure him before grabbing out a water.

“Did you forget about me, princess?” Marcus murmurs, suddenly very close to my back as I close the fridge.

My head shakes as I spin around to face him. He grabs the bottle, cracks it, and takes a chug before holding it to my lips. God, he’s such a pain in the ass sometimes, but he’s also attentive and kind of tender considering. I take a long swig, and he manages to pull the bottle away without any dribbling on me.

“You know, it kind of creeps me out that you call me the same nickname you used to call your sister.”

Marcus barks a laugh. “Don’t like being called out for what you are?” He stretches around me, dropping the water on the counter. “I assure you,princess.” His hands land on my hips. “The name gained a whole new meaning with you.” He pushes his mouth to mine as he slams me back against the cool metal of the refrigerator door.

He wraps his forearm under my ass, sliding his pierced tongue around mine as he grabs the water and aims us toward my bedroom. He kicks the door closed without locking it and tosses me down on the edge of my bed before dropping the bottle of water on my dresser.

He prowls back, looking every bit the alpha predator that he is, as my chest heaves in response. He yanks his black T-shirt off over his head, and I hungrily lick my lips, taking in all of his tattoos.

“You know, you really shouldn’t play games with me.” He smirks, loosening his belt before popping the button on his jeans.

I push up on my forearms, glaring. “Me? You were the one chatting up groupies.”

Marcus digs in his back pocket, tossing a couple of scraps of paper at me. “You know how it goes. If I don’t take them then I get a reputation as an asshole. The label wants us to be attainable.” He laughs. “I’m making sure to hand them off to you. Just in case you want to track them down and make it clear who I belong to.” He hits his knees next to the edge of the bed and yanks on my ankles. “Fuck, I forgot you were in these hooker heels. No wonder I didn’t have to bend in half to kiss you.”

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