“Don’t call me that.”
“Then don’t act like it,” Mark snaps. “You can’t sit here and tell me you seriously think, after diving into everything you havewith the three of them, that I don’t feel the same fucking way? That I don’t want to be with you in that way just as badly?”
“Then why don’t you?” Not that I really want him to answer that, not right now because I’m sure it’s going to hurt. Something confirmed when he does.
“Because no one fucking wants that, Leonor. It’s basically wrong and you can’t convince me otherwise.”
Fighting the way my nose burns, I force a sarcastic smile and lean back on the bed. Tense doesn’t matter anymore because I know what I saw and that was resignation. Markus has resigned himself to not being with me, with us, and knowing him the way I do, nothing is going to change that. Especially if he thinks it’s wrong in some way.
Which is why I need this to be on my terms.
If I’m going to lose him, if he’s going to tell me he loves me but doesn’t want to be with me, then I have every intention of making sure he regrets it.
Mark can walk away from me, from the boys and the band because he doesn’t think we should be together, but I’m going to be the one to push him to it. I’m going to push until it feels like it was my idea for him to go so it doesn’t hurt as bad when he’s gone.
“Pity,” I say as I widen my legs again, my feet back on the edge of the mattress. “Beingwronghas the desperate need to be fucked growing stronger by the second righthere.”
Leaning completely on one elbow, I slide my other hand over my breast, twisting my nipple ring before moving down my stomach and hip until my fingers slip inside the front of my panties.
Mark tracks my movements, those kaleidoscope eyes zeroed in on the sheer material, completely focused on the way my finger slowly circles my clit underneath. His chest heaves asthe look on his face goes even darker, an edge to his beautiful features, turning into a sharp and almost dangerous expression.
Liking that look defeats the purpose of what I’m doing, though, especially when Mark licks his lower lip and takes a step toward me and my core clenches around nothing. I can’t help the way I ache, though, the way everything about him has me growing wetter by the second and as I circle my clit a little faster my breathing matches his.
“Stop, Leonor,” he growls, still staring at my sex with that same expression.
But I can’t. I don’t want to stop. Not because I can feel my orgasm already starting to build, not even because I’m trying to make some sort of point and am taking it too far. I keep rubbing my clit then shove two fingers inside my pussy because when my eyes move from the look on his face down the rest of his body, I can see that my teddy has lost himself in the moment, too.
His hand has moved to the front of his shorts, his hand squeezing his dick, but I can’t tell if it’s because Mark likes how he feels or not.
So I push a little more.
“It really… it really is too bad, Markus,” I pant, watching him through glassy eyes as I apply a little more pressure and rub my clit faster. “Wrong or, fuck, wrong or not, what I’m doing right now feels sogood.”
I moan the last words as my hips start to roll, the muscle in his jaw ticking while he takes another step. “You need to stop, Leonor.”
Shaking my head because I’m even closer to coming, I bite my lip to stop myself from begging him to fuck me in order to get me there.
He doesn’t want this, he doesn’t want me.
Love or not, I can’t be with someone who thinks I’m wrong, that loving Lucky, Norm and Pete the way I do is wrong. And I’mabout to have my first everbitter heartbreak orgasmthanks to this man.
I close my eyes and increase my pace, fighting the tears that want to break free while my climax dances right on the edge. My belly dips and gets warm, my legs widen even more and just when I think for sure this is it, I heargoddamnitseconds before my hand is forcefully removed from my panties.
My eyes pop open as Mark’s fist closes around my wrist, standing directly between my knees with my hand in front of his face as he scowls. “I said fucking stop.”
“Let go of me.” I try to jerk my arm back but he won’t let me. “Markus, let me go right now or…”
Breathing even heavier than I was before, my words trail off as I watch this man lick my arousal from my fingers, sucking on each one slowly, his tongue working until he’s gotten every drop.
“I told you to stop.”
I blink a few times but have nothing to say. I don’t know what the fuck to say, honestly, not after whatever the hell just happened.
“Such a fucking brat,” Markus grunts as he lets go of my wrist before his hands fall to my thighs, sliding down to my shins as he kneels in front of me. “A brat who only hears what she wants because she thinks she’s fucking right all the goddamn time.”
My breath hitches and my eyes flutter closed as Mark pushes my thighs wide open and kisses my pussy through the sheer fabric of my panties. He holds my legs in place when my hips try to buck, when they try to roll against his mouth. Then he does it again a little harder, pressing his lips to my sex firmly before Mark’s beard scrapes along my hip as he drags his mouth to the top of my absolutely soaked underwear.
He slides his tongue along the elastic band, which is the exact moment I remember it’s pierced then he nips my skin. “You gonna look at me, sugar?”
