“The good girl bullshit.”
We both knew I didn’t mean that. Don’t get me wrong. If he brought Micha up here and they started undressing, I’d play the good girl role. I’d be so obedient that my father would praise my behavior. But that would never happen. I couldn’t speak for Micha, but Riley would murder him if he so much as looked at another girl.
He cocked a brow at me. “You try too hard.”
What the hell did that mean?
“I do not.”
“Then what the hell was that shit you just pulled.”
I assumed he was referring to my graceful attempt at being sultry.
“It’s called seduction.” Why I told him that, I had no clue.
I may as well have invited him to have his way with me, which I didn’t want, despite the heat rolling through my body. I was nervous, that was all. It was perfectly normal to experience a few butterflies when one was in danger.
“Hmm.” Preston studied me briefly before pushing off the dresser and sauntering closer.
“You want to know how to seduce me, Marnie?”
No.
Maybe.
I don’t know.
It could be helpful information. Preston wasn’t exactly forthcoming with his wants and desires. He just did it. Beyond choking myself, I didn’t really know what got him off. And given my situation, that could be a valuable asset to have.
Preston’s knee pressed down on the bed, and my hand tightened around the silicone. He made his way across the mattress, and all I could think was, ‘Just a little more,’ as tension poured into my muscles. Then he said something that made me stop cold.
“All you have to do to get me hard is exist.”
My eyes snapped up to his as he crawled over me.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off to the sound of you breathing.” He lifted his hand and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, causing a shiver to race up my spine. “I’ve come more in the past two years than I have in my entire life. I can’t go more than an hour without seeing your face, hearing your voice, or smelling the stash of your panties I have in my room.”
I may have whispered, “You have my underwear.” But my mind was thinking of something else. Dark, sick thoughts tingled across my skin with the minty smell of his breath.
“I took them after you got yourself off. Every single time you laid down at night and fingered your sweet little pussy, I took your panties. Then jerked off on your bed.”
Something that dirty should not sound that good.
Preston swept his thumb across my mouth and tugged on my bottom lip. “And thus my problem.”
I gazed back at him as my brows knit. It looked as if he was contemplating something.
“Men like me can’t afford to have weaknesses, and you, Little Bird.” His chest expanded with a long breath. “Are a big fucking weakness.”
I didn’t know how to take that. Was it a compliment? A distraction? Some new way to fuck with me?
Preston slid his hand over my cheek and down to wrap around my neck. “I should kill you now.”
The truth in that statement made me swallow. He wanted to do it. I could feel it twitching in his fingers.
“So why don’t you?”
That was the question. Death was nothing to him. It was like breathing or waking up in the morning. Blood and pain were a typical Tuesday afternoon. So why was I still alive?
