Page 37 of Witch's Fate

At the desk, she spun around. “What the hell do you mean?”

“Exactly what it sounded like. I’ll take my favor now.” His golden eyes roved over her hungrily.

“What?”

“The favor you promised in exchange for my help.”

“Jesus. It’s going to be just like the last one, isn’t it? Well, I’m not having any of it.” She turned to go, but before she could move a step, he was in front of her, trapping her against the desk.

That damned desk. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kitty leave the room.

“I want you.” His golden gaze blazed as he loomed over her.

Heat bloomed in her belly and she hated herself. She wanted him and she wanted this. And he could tell. He could read it on her face, it was clear as day. Gods dammit, she was an idiot. But she couldn’t help it. Visions of him touching her flashed through her mind. The memory of last night made heat streak through her. Everything tingled.

She forced the thoughts away and demanded, “What, your favor is sex? You’re making me have sex with you in exchange for your help?”

Yes.It both terrified and delighted her.

He sucked in a harsh breath and clenched his fists, his gaze darkening with desire. “No. I’m making you do this.”

His hands were on her shoulders in an instant, spinning her so that she faced the desk and looked into the darkenedroom beyond. The wood bit into the front of her hips. He pressed hot and hard against her back, a muscular wall that trapped her. His erection pressed into her spine. A brand.

Fear and desire pulsed through her.

She hated it, but the craving was there. Strong. Pulling at her. The memory of last night only fueled it.

He was big, and dangerous, and strong. And she wanted him. Just like this.

“As much as I want to have sex with you—to be inside you—” his voice roughened at her ear, “I won’t make you do anything you don’t really want to. I’m not that much of a bastard. I just want to touch you. And I can tell you want it, too.”

She did. Shesodid. She just didn’t want to admit it. And this made it so easy to get what she wanted.

His arms came around her, one wrapping around her hip and the other around her shoulders. Her breath caught in her throat.

“And if I don’t let you?” Fear continued to push her desire higher. She liked this game. It added an edge to it, and made it so easy to want to say yes.

What was wrong with her?

His lips were so close to her neck that she swore he kissed her. “You want to let me.”

“Yes. Gods yes, I do.” It was an easy decision. It was a bad idea and still, she wanted it. Wanted it even as she trembled with a strange combination of need and distress.

He would stop if she wanted him to. She knew it. But she wanted it to be just like this.

He groaned softly, the sound reverberating against her skin and sending a frisson of pleasure across her nerves. She stared blindly into the dimly lit library, her senses heightened to insane precision.

When he ran his lips gently down her neck, she dug her fingers into the wooden desk, trying to control her spiraling thoughts.

“Bloody hell, you smell good,” he rasped. His lips pressed against her neck, then he bit.

She stifled a cry of pleasure.

“Your skin is so soft.” He ran his tongue along the tightened tendon at the side of her neck and she shuddered. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long. Dreamed of it.”

Malcolm squeezed her shoulder and hip, crushing her to him as he bit her earlobe. A small spike of pain, then a large streak of pleasure.

“The things I want to do to you.” His voice was almost a growl, the need so clear. He grasped a handful of her hair and tilted her head to speak at her ear. “I want to bend you over this desk and fuck you so thoroughly that you know you’re mine. I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock, know how tight you get when you come.”

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