Page 5 of Their Darkest Desire

I look up to see Felix standing at the door. His half-long curls are messy, and he’s dressed in black jeans and a black shirt that tightly hugs his muscles, a leather jacket over it. The outfit looks simple but that man can make anything look like he’s in some kind of strip club.

He’s looking at me, raising his left eyebrow.

Oh shit, I’m staring at him. Say something.“Umm, why not?” I ask while continuing to look into his hazel-brown eyes.

He walks towards us, not dropping eye contact. He places his big veiny hand on the door –get a grip you are not attracted to a hand!– and pushes it closed. "Because."

I look up at Britt, giving her a‘what the fuck’look while she shrugs at me.

We hook our arms together and quietly follow him outside.

“Will your aunt also be here to help? I haven't seen her yet and I would like to thank her for letting me stay over too.”

Britt looks over at me, her eyes slightly widening over the mention of her aunt.

“Oh, Betty isn’t here for the moment. Felix said she was going to be back in about a week.”

I open my mouth to ask if her aunt is aware I’m here, but Brittany’s sudden stop makes me bump into her before I evenhave a chance to. She’s staring in front of her, looking a bit annoyed. I turn to see what she's looking at, noticing Felix standing in front of us scoffing.

“Britt, go get the clothes and put them in the truck.”

He slowly turns his head towards me and I see the left side of his lip quirk up.

“You can come and help me, princess.”

The way he said that last part gives me shivers, and I’m not sure what to think of that yet.

I follow him up to the side of the house, where there is a small room filled with old dusty furniture and cobwebs. “Oh, great. If I see one spider I’m out of here!” I say louder than I intended.

Felix chuckles as he pulls me inside and closes the door.

“What th–”

He suddenly pushes me up against the wall, making the cobwebs get all over my hair, dust flying around. I try to hold a sneeze while making sense of the situation.

His hand collars my neck in a strong grip, keeping my head pushed against the wall. I try to move, but he has me pinned, and I don’t know how to react to the feeling it’s giving me right now.

His face comes closer to mine almost to the point of his nose touching my cheek and he inhales deeply.

‘Umm, are you sniffing me?” I ask, stunned.

His head slowly turns, his nose brushing mine, and a slow smile starts to form on his beautiful face.Gods, the things I’d do to have that face in between my legs. Did I just say that?

A small grunt leaves his throat as he comes closer, his lips so close to my cheek they almost touch it.Did I die? Am I dead? Why is it so damn hot in here?

“You think you can just go and tease me like that?” he whispers against my skin while scraping his teeth over my cheek. I can feel the hairs of his beard tickle my skin with each movement.

What is he talking about? I start to open my mouth, but a sudden smooth wetness touches my cheek. The feeling of his tongue on my skin makes me jump a little and now all I can think of is the way he feels pressed up against me, how his hand is gripping my throat, how I want him to do other things with that wicked tongue of his.Gross, Evy, don’t think that!

He rips the top part of my shirt open in one swift movement –dammit, I really liked that top –and works his hands up my breasts, massaging them while pinching my nipples. My body is just completely locked in its place and I feel like I have absolutely zero control over it.I feel like a deer caught in headlights.

He licks my neck and I can feel his tongue gliding down until he is at the vein where I’m sure he can feel my heart beating frantically. His lips capture my raging pulse and he bites me there, the small amount of self-control I thought I had slipping away from me as I moan out loud.Ugh, I’ll never recover from this. How does he feel so good.

He smiles against my skin, the sensation of his warm breath coating me taking away any abilities I have to think straight. I feel his hand slowly going down towards my pants. I try to ease the panic rising–It’s not like I don’t like what he’s doing, but he’s so brash about it like we’ve done this before while I know we never have.Why is he tormenting me like this?

His hand works on the buttons of my pants and in one swift movement it opens, giving him full access to me. His hand dips inside, brushing my core through my panties.How much torment can I handle before I actually die of anticipation?

“Fel–” I try to rasp out his name, but a moan hits me, and all I can think about is the way he is touching me.

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