Page 23 of Marek

He’d never go to the police in fear of being caught himself.

Still, he’s right about one thing, I don’t know if I’d be able to find my way home with absolutely nothing to be able to get there.

Pushing to his feet, he walks over to me and stops. My heart skips a beat and damned if I don’t hate the way my body betrays me when he’s around. It’s like some sort of dark, twisted part of me wants to fix him, to change him, to go on the road with him and make an incredible show. My deepest fantasies revolve around the two of us being famous, travelling the world with healthy girls.

I’m an idiot, I know it, but imagining that life, away from the boring, stale one I have, makes it hard for me to truly hate him.

I should know he won’t change, it’s not possible, yet here I am imagining a world that doesn’t exist.

His hand stretches out, his thumb stroking over my lower lip. I clench my eyes shut, not wanting to feel a single emotion roaring through my body right now. No, I just want him to go away so I can focus on escaping and getting home. Once I’m there, everything will fall into place. I’ll forget Marek and the intense fire he sparks in my soul. I’ll go back to Carter, and everything will be okay.

His thumb pushes down slightly, forcing my lips to part and then he slips it inside my mouth. I clamp down, refusing to allow myself to feel a single thing when it comes to this man. He fucked me and tossed me aside, I owe him nothing. A hiss escapes his lips, and he uses his free hand to tangle in my hair, jerking my head back until I release his thumb. Then, he holds me there.

“You’re a bad girl, Ellie Mae. I don’t want to have to punish you,” he leans down close, his mouth inches from mine, “but Iwill.”

I tremble, and inwardly curse, because it causes his eyes to flare and a slow, sexy smile to spread across his lips. “I see you’restill thinking of how it felt to have my cock buried deep in your little cunt.”

He’s filthy.

Disgusting.

So why am I clenching my legs together to stop the ache forming between them.

Come on, Ellie.

Do better.

“Tight,” he murmurs, his mouth grazing over my cheek, “Sweet. So fucking wet for me.”

Stop.

Stop.

I swallow the thick lump in my throat and my nipples betray me by turning into rock hard little mounds. I pray he doesn’t notice.

“I could fuck you again right now and you’d mewl for me, my sweet pet.”

Fuck him.

I jerk my head but his grip on my hair is too tight.

His mouth trails down over my neck and my skin breaks out into tiny little bumps, sending a shiver down my spine that feels as though it travels right to my core.

“If I slipped my fingers inside you right now, you’d be so fucking wet for me, Ellie Mae.”

No.

Fuck.

Dammit.

“Should I see?”

I snap my teeth at him, my words and brain not quite working together yet. Every few seconds, my mind does a little twirl, as if it’s dancing, and I know it’s the aftereffects of the drugs he gave me.

Releasing me, Marek steps back, his eyes so lust filled I tip my gaze down so I don’t have to stare at him a single second longer.

“Sleep. You’ve got a long road ahead.”

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