Page 42 of Ruin

Because I fucking wanted more.

I shook my head, lifted it enough to press my lips against his throat, and drew in his scent. Taro let out a shaky breath, which hitched when I gripped his arse.

“What have you done to me?” I whispered.

“I-I think it’s the other way around. What you’ve done to me.”

I nipped at his skin, and his fingers dug into my arms.

“Josh,” he uttered.

“Say it again,” I ordered.

“Josh,” he whispered, his breath hitching once more when I sucked on his neck, marking him.

Fuck.

Christ.

I wanted to mark him all over.

Where the hell was this coming from?

Whathadhe done to me?

Pulling my mouth from him, I tugged his head back using his hair and stared into his glazed eyes. I ran mine over his porcelain skin, his sharp cheekbones, his gorgeous dark eyes, his nose, chin, lips.

The fear vanished as I stared at the man who’d consumed me for the last few weeks.

“You like me,” I told him.

“Yes,” he said softly.

“Okay.” I nodded.

“Josh—”

Cutting him off, I kissed him, clutching him to me, holding on to him like my life depended on it. Taro returned the fierce need and rubbed himself against me.

I wanted him.

I wanted all of him.

But not yet.

For once in my life, I didn’t want to just fuck a person and get them out of my system before moving to the next.

I wanted to savour every second we had together and not rush into anything sexual.

Breaking the kiss, I rested my forehead against his. “Who told you my name?”

“Huh?” He blinked and eased his head back to look at me.

Sliding my palms to his waist, I then took his hand and pulled him over to the bed. He seemed a little stunned by my actions, which was good as I twisted us and dropped to the bed. I pulled him up and over me. I would have left him on top of me, but that position would lead to something more, so I moved him to the side, where he lay half on and off the bed with me on his side.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes a little wide.

“Talkin’,” I said with a smirk. I shifted us again and rolled to my side to face him. I reached out and traced his bottom lip with a finger. “Who told you my real name?”

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