Page 39 of Enthrall Ecstasy
Reading his expression made me want to disappear. I was seeing myself from his perspective. A misguided twenty-something. The spoiled brat who’d manipulated Kaison into getting me in.
I hated Shay for ruining my fun.
His lips glided over my cheek and lingered near my left ear. “Me not fucking you is the best thing that will ever happen to you.”
My mouth glided toward his and nipped his lower lip. “I disagree.”
He didn’t flinch. “If you think for one second you’re enough for me, you’re delusional.”
“You’re trying to put me off you.”
“I’m trying to protect you.”
I didn’t want to believe that. Didn’t want to think of myself as someone he’d had to save.
A waste of his time.
His cock was hard between us; inviting and terrifying in size.
“Want to see my dark side? Go ahead and kneel.” He let go of my wrists. “First, you might want to consider what my fetish is.”
“What is it?” I whispered, needing to know and at the same time terrified of what he might say.
Yet I needed to hear him say it.
He quirked a brow. “If you have to ask.”
I leaned in so close that our lips almost touched again. “You don’t scare me.”
“Bed. Now.”
My heart rate became hectic, my body shivering. “Not when you just gave me the ultimate tease.”
“This isn’t a tease. It’s a warning.” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
Discomfort traveled through me at this awkward position. He carried me down the hallway, my body crushed against his.
I heard him kick open a door and he entered a bedroom, flinging me onto the bed. Then he turned and walked away without saying another word.
He slammed the door on his way out.
This craving was a curse. A sick joke nature was playing on me. Because my body was yearning for him like a flower yearns for the sun—only to shrink again when the heat becomes overwhelming.
I’d have to face him in the morning. See that expression of contempt he wore when he set his sights on me.
I heard the sound of a TV down the hallway. From the commentator’s voice I could hear he’d turned on the Lakers game. The squeak of shoes on the basketball court and spectators cheering gave the sport away.
He’d literally sent me to bed like a petulant teenager.
I rolled onto my side and reached for my iPhone, searching for any kind of distraction that would take my mind off him.
Red hair blowing across her flushed face. Her full mouth moving but no words flowing…
A strobe light burned though my eyelids.
I’d been dreaming ofher—thegirl with the freckles.
The silent alarm had triggered flashing lights.
