“What if I don’t want to?” she panted.What if you could feel the same crippling jealousy that I do?
His eyes blazed and his mouth continued to punish. The tip of his finger entered her warm wet entrance. She sucked in loud gust as it pushed deeper inside.
Her forehead fell to his smooth bare chest and she inhaled his manly scent. Her erotic groan echoed down the empty corridor, filling their ears with naughty deeds that were hidden in the threatening shadows.
Her heavy-lidded eyes turned navy with lust, like the deepest darkest ocean. She soared with pleasure, floating in a world where they could be together.
The cold dark reality welcomed her back when Marcus slowly removed his wet fingers, leaving her empty inside. With his forehead brushing hers, he drove his hardness into her groin and pressed his mouth over her parted lips again.
The kiss blazed through her core, setting her soul on fire. She matched his hunger, teasing the soft short hair at his nape, holding him close without wanting to let go.
He broke their feral kiss and pushed back. Lana whimpered at the loss of his all-consuming heat. Her redundant arms flopped to her sides and the robe skimmed her goose bumped flesh.
“Stay away from him,” he growled.
Grappling with her robe, she covered her vulnerability. “Why should I stay away from him, Marcus?” She gave him an uncertain look. “You’re allowed to do whatever the hell you want. You’ve been off fucking your way around the world. We weren’t in a relationship – I get that. Just like now.”
His jaw tensed. “Like I said, it was meaningless sex with one woman.” He held up his index finger, emphasising the amount. “That prick, Emilio, is no good for you, Lana,” he bit out.
Those words weren’t exactly the declaration of jealousy she had hoped for. Tilting her head, a half laugh bubbled in her throat. “And you are?” She hugged her chest with self-protection.
Marcus sighed, his eyes lifting to the ceiling. The creases on his forehead deepened. “I don’t know.”
She tipped forward and her brows snapped together. “What the hell wasthisthen? Did you not hit lucky with your little girlfriend at Sunrise, so you thought you’d take your chances with me?” She extended her hands outwards. “Fuck you, Marcus!” Her voice cracked.
With a powerful shunt, he forced her back into the wall, caging her vibrating body. An unknown look shadowed his eyes.
“I don’t have a girlfriend. I’ve never had one and never been interested in having one. She propositioned me. I wasn’t in the mood. I’m never in the fucking mood since you left. I don’t repeatedly fuck the same girl to save complications.” He swept a strand of her hair away from her face, sliding the curled tip behind her shoulder.
Her eyes narrowed, spearing him with whatever strength she had left. “Yeah, Marcus, I understand perfectly. I’ll see whoever the hell I want. In fact, I’m meeting up with Emilio at Jamie’s party. I actually really like him. He’s fucking hot and just my type,” she lied with conviction. She wanted to hurt him. To make him suffer like she had.
Marcus’s eyes turned to slits. The air around them filled with electricity, a storm was brewing under the calm exterior of Marcus McGrath. Fighting the hypnotic pull between their two bodies, he stepped back, leaving an empty void.
“Fine,” he snarled.
An ache of guilt squeezed her stomach. “Yeah, fine.” She was poking his fire with a plastic stick and watching it melt under the heat of his glare.
Rubbing a hand down his face, he sighed heavily. “I’ve had too much to drink. This was a bad idea.”
“What the hell, Marcus? What was a bad idea? Scaring me half to death, getting me off in the hall or telling me to stay away from Emilio? Or was it that you fucked someone else or the fact you’re a damn hypocrite!” She tugged the seams of her robe tightly across her chest.
The silence was so loud. His chest expanded, and his nostrils flared. Words were left unsaid as an internal battle commenced, and his dangerous gaze burned.
“Goodnight.” He nodded.
She reached out to touch his arm as he took a step to leave, but her fingers grasped the empty space between them. He turned away.
“Marcus,” she called breathlessly. “Why did you bring me back to the Coach House if you didn’t want a girlfriend?” His gaze fell straight ahead as he sauntered away.
“You always break the rules, Lana.” A subtle laugh rumbled in his chest. “You’re the exception to all the fucking rules.”
He strode into the shadows, and she accepted their encounter for what it was—Marcus McGrath’s drunken game. She wanted to call him back, to tell him that she didn’t really want Emilio, that it was a stupid idea just to get a rise out of him.
Instead, she let him walk away because that’s what she knew best. It was better to watch him leave than to let him hurt her all over again.
Lana trudged back to her room with a heavy heart. A man like Marcus does as he pleases and takes what he wants. So why wasn’t he in New York shaking hands on a life changing business deal?
She flopped into bed, leaving the sheet to the side. His presence had overwhelmed her and shattered the anger that she had placed at his feet.
