Page 33 of Never Less
“Come here,” he says, and that desperate, hazy look in his eyes almost has me obeying without thought.
But I shake my head. “I can’t hurt him the way he hurt me, Marcus.”
“You don’t have to do a single thing, little star. Just come here.”
Something about the way he says that nickname tugs at my heart. Even though I know this is crossing a line—that this is something I won’t be able to take back—I make my way across the room to him.
“Get on your knees,” he says hoarsely as he stands.
Watching him, I slowly lower myself until I’m kneeling on the carpet. My gaze drops from his eyes to his hand, which is stroking his cock right in front of my face.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
After hesitating for a second, I do so.
“See?” he whispers. “Not doing anything wrong, are you?”
I nod, unsure of what to say—unsure of my ability to say anything.
“I’m going to come on your face, Liliana. Shake your head if you don’t want me to.”
My heart is beating out of my chest, and my eyes are still glued to his dick. A bead of precum has leaked from the tip, and I want nothing more than to lick it, but I don’t.
I don’t shake my head, either.
The groan that sounds from the back of Marcus’s throat is low and guttural, and hot liquid spurts onto my cheek a split second later. I close my eyes on instinct even though I want to see his expression. But this way, not being able to see, I can focus on his heavy breathing and the way he murmurs my name once he’s finished.
It’s so much hotter than I ever thought it’d be.
When his fingers brush down my jawbone, I hesitantly open my eyes. He’s staring down at me, and the reverence in his gaze sends a shockwave of lust through me. It’s a hundred times stronger than what I felt when we said goodnight, and it would’ve toppled me if I wasn’t already sitting.
Marcus’s cum drips down my face, and he swipes his thumb through some of it before it falls into my lap. His chest is heaving, and his eyes are lidded, but he doesn’t look sated even though he just came. No, he looks… hungry. Ravenous, even.
“When I saw you in that dress earlier, I didn’t think you could look any more beautiful. But I think I much prefer you like this.” His gaze dips to my bare thighs. “Goddammit, Liliana.”
I feel stupid not being able to say anything, but my mind hasn’t caught up with what my body just did. Marcus says something and then disappears from my line of sight, and all I do is blink.
I just cheated on Nate. I just cheated on my boyfriend of five years after begging him to fix things.
Something warm and wet brushes across my face, and I realize Marcus is kneeling in front of me. He swipes the washcloth over my cheeks, cleaning his cum off my skin.
His cum. My skin.
Oh my god.
Oh god, I want him to do it again.
No, no, no.
Nausea spreads through my stomach. I want Marcus. I’ve wanted him for years, although not as badly as I have since this trip started. Up until now, I had plausible deniability to hide behind, but after what we just did, that’s been ripped to shreds.
“Little star, I need you to tell me if you’re okay.”
“W… what?”
“I’ve asked you three times now. Are you all right?”
“I’m…” I blink, realizing my eyes have filled with tears of guilt, but not for the right reason. “I’m sorry.”
