Page 204 of Poison Aches

“My life is mine to live.”

“It was. I granted that delusion for you years ago but, Ivy, your life, your body,you…you’ve always beenmine.”

I think I die right there.

What sort of alternate universe is this?

I’m literally panting at this point.

Emmett runs his thumb over my lips, his hypnotic gaze sucking me in. Then he goes back to cupping the side of my face with his large hand, bringing me closer to his large body, heightening my awareness of his nearness.

Leaning closer to me, he plants a ghost kiss at the corner of my lips.

I groan.

He pulls back, smirks and then kisses the other corner.

Gently, seductively, in a way that floods my panties.

I cling to him, not knowing what to do with myself.

“You’re a curious little thing, and most times you can’t help your nature, so aren’t you going to ask what it is I want?” he whispers in my ear.

I’m trembling now. My knees are weak and if Emmett wasn’t holding me, I think I’d be a puddle of nothing on the floor.

“I’m not curious,” I croak breathlessly.

“But you’re most definitely a liar.”

“I am, when I need to be.”

He smiles then, as if my answer pleases him in some way. A part of me almost preens from that smile alone.

“Are you also a coward when you need to be?”

I stare into his eyes, barely breathing.

He wants me to ask what he wants.

He wants me to go down that path.

Because in this moment, I’m right where he wants me… in the palm of his hand.

With my mind totally surrendered to the alluring danger that is Emmett Easton, I whisper brokenly, “What do you want?”

The frosty smile fades, as if it was never there.

The hand pressed at the small of my back starts trailing up my bare back, tracing a path along my spine.

He leans in, pressing a ghost kiss to the shell of my ear.

“What I want, Angel,” he starts in a low, rough voice just as the mic is tapped, bringing the music to an end. “Is to make sure that before I croak, I unravel and ruin you. Completely. Thoroughly. In all the areas you never imagined.”

And with that, the music stops, he steps back, shoots me a meaningful dark look and then he turns around and walks off the dance floor, leaving me panting and half out of my mind with lust.

Shaking out of my lust, I quickly go after him because I can’t help but feel that was more than a threat.

I catch up to him, grabbing his arm. “What do you mean by that?”

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