Marc (Bowen Boys, #4)(18)
“Where do they live?” She told him that it wasn’t any of his business. “I can go and bring them to my house so they’ll be safe. You have to trust me.”
“No, I don’t.” She picked up her bag when he put on his turn signal on. She was ready to take off, but once she saw the large gates open, then close behind them, she turned to him. This was getting to be too much.
When the car stopped, he grabbed her arm and held her. He was much stronger than her, and he held her until she stopped struggling. He didn’t let her go, but he did loosen his hand enough that it didn’t hurt.
“You’re going to come into my house, and we’re going to sit down and have a nice conversation. We’re going to go over all the information you have about Dawson, and then we’re going to—”
“You’re going to f*ck me, aren’t you? Whether or not I want to, you’re going to finish what you started at the apartment.” He let her go and stared at her for several seconds before he got out of the car. When he came around to her side, she thought he was going to jerk her out, but he opened the door and held out his hand to her. She felt foolish and childish. When she took his hand, he helped her out and reached in for her bag. When she started to demand that he return it, he simply handed it to her. He pressed her to the car gently and looked down at her.
“I don’t rape women. I especially wouldn’t rape you. You’d kill me before I got my pants down.” His lips twitched and she watched them as he continued. “I’m your mate, and as such, I don’t want to do anything but cherish you.”
She licked her lips, thinking about his being on hers. The way he’d suckled at her breast and bitten her. When he growled low, she looked into his eyes and saw his cat just there on the surface. Her entire body heated in response.
“I can smell you, your arousal. Do you know what that does to me? To my cat?” She nodded. “I guess you do. I want you, Jonny. I could take you right here if you’d let me.”
He rocked into her, and she moaned. Shifting his body, she opened her legs so that he could be closer to her heat. When he rocked into her again, she dug her nails into his shoulders to hang on.
His mouth slid over his bite from earlier and she felt her cat stir. When he lifted his head from her shoulder, she watched him as he cupped her ass and pulled her up to his hips. His cock was pressed hard into her soft folds, and she wanted more of him.
“Say it.” She trembled at his words as he growled them at her. “Tell me, Jonny. Tell me what you want.”
She locked her heels behind him and curled her fingers into his shirt collar. Watching him, she tore it from him, baring his chest for her to touch. When she lowered her head to his nipple to bite him, he jerked her head up by her hair and held her.
It seemed like they were at battle. She didn’t want to say she wanted him, and he needed her to say it. She knew it was because of what she’d said to him about raping her, but she was afraid if she gave him permission for this, it would never be the same, she’d never be able to leave him. When he lowered his head again and licked at the scar he’d branded her with, her body clenched tight, ready for him to sink his teeth into her again. But he lifted his head and watched her. She was so close, so very close to losing it all that she nearly said no.
“Yes. Please, take me.” His mouth was brutal as he took it. When he lifted her from the car, she held onto him as he struggled to get his keys out of his pockets. His shirt in tatters around his arms hung on at his wrist with his cufflinks, his tie still clung to his neck. As soon as the door opened he took her to the table and swiped everything on it to the floor. Her back touched the hard surface even as the last cup shattered.
Her clothes fared no better than his had. Her shirt was torn away, then her bra. His claws skimmed along her skin and brought goose bumps as he cut though her pants. Before she could protest, even if she had wanted to, she was lying on his table, naked but for her panties.
“Christ, you’re more beautiful than I ever thought you’d be.” He tore out his links and tossed them behind him. When he reached for his belt, she sat up and ripped it from him by opening the button and jerking them off. He stood before her in his boxers and nothing else.
Marc ran his hands down her ribs and up under her breasts. Slowly, he explored her, touching her here then moving to another part of her to touch and soothe her there. He watched her face, and when she closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations, he stopped.
“I’m going to taste you. I want to….” He took a deep breath as he ran his fingers across her soaking panties. “You’re so wet for me that I could slide into you without any problems. But you’re a virgin and I want to make this good for you before I have to hurt you.”
“I don’t care. Please just take me, Marc.” He shook his head and grabbed a chair and sat it between her legs. Then he sat down. She tried to close her legs, but he wouldn’t let her. Instead, he widened them until she felt completely exposed.
He tore her panties away, her last barrier between them. As he lowered his head, she felt herself get wetter and tried to close her legs again. This time he held her the way he wanted her but curling his hands over her thighs. She felt his breath on her and shivered.
“You smell delicious. I’m going to enjoy this very much.” His tongue teased her clit, and she cried out. Her body seemed poised on a ledge, and she knew he was going to push her off. As soon as his mouth covered her, she felt his finger enter her. Jonny wanted more and less at the same time. She wanted him to make her fall, but she was afraid of hitting the ground when he did. But when he suckled her clit into his mouth and nipped at her, suddenly she didn’t care what he did to her.