Page 70 of Creep

He shook his head. “No. Feel my heart, baby. Can’t you tell?”

“Tell what?” I asked.

“That each heartbeat is yours and yours alone.”

And then he kissed me again, harder this time, rougher, and I felt the fight leave me. My resistance had been nothing more than a paper-thin wall even a small child could have knocked over.

He hoisted me up, and I clung to him, wrapping my arms and legs around him. He pressed me up against the wall, letting me feel everything. I kissed him harder as he pushed his hips back and then up against my soft center.

“Mael,” I whimpered out, feeling his hardness. He did it again and again until I felt so disoriented I could no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy.

“For even thinking about leaving me,” he said harshly against my skin, “I’m not going to be gentle.”

Fuck.

Before I could say anything to that, he was walking us away from the wall and over to the counter. He sat me down and started to pull on my shirt.

I resisted a little.

“Mael, wait?—”

I looked down in disbelief when a ripping sound tore through the silent shop. He pulled my torn shirt off me, leaving me in nothing but black pants and a black bra.

“I can’t believe you ripped my shirt,” I said, looking down at the tattered fabric on the floor that I had just mopped not too long ago.

He didn’t say anything to that.

His eyes glowed, and there was this look in them that sent shivers up and down my spine.

“Mael?”

He came back to me and kissed me again.

I tried to push him off. He kissed me harder, his hand moving around and unfastening my bra. The skimpy fabric loosened around me before it was pulled down and joined my shirt on the floor.

“Mael, we should slow down?—”

My voice was cut off when I felt his lips around my nipple. I sucked in a sharp breath as he rolled the hardened nub around with his lips, his eyes focused intently on me. I bit my bottom lip, no longer knowing what I was saying. My back arched when he used his hand on my other nipple, plucking and pinching it until a sharp sting began to spread from there.

I shook my head, but at this point, I didn’t even know what I was saying no to.

“You fucking taste so good,” he said around my nipple. “I fucking bet your pussy tastes even better.”

Heat spread across my cheeks. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

“You’ll let me taste you, won’t you, my sweet girl?”

I swallowed, but it felt like there was a lump in my throat.

He pushed me back to lie down on the counter before I could say anything, his fingers working deftly at the button and zipper of my pants. I felt it when he pulled the zipper down, the fabric brushing up against my mound.

He pulled my pants off, along with my panties, until I was completely naked on the counter, and Mael was gazing at me, taking in his fill. The light of the coffee shop didn’t help. I was sure he could see everything.

“Spread your legs for me, kitten,” he said.

I blinked, feeling unsure. “Should we really be doing this here?”

He smiled a devilish smile. “Do you really want to stop now? When you’re already naked and needy?”

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