Page 60 of Marked By Him

“Mmm,” I moan.

Otherwise, I’m a mess.

Webothare, slicked in sweat, dripping cum.

He leans over me and presses his mouth to mine in a passionate kiss. For a wild second I question if he’s still not finished, but then he grabs my hand and pulls me up for cleanup. Neither of us dare to address what’s just happened as Jin leads me into the bathroom and turns on the shower.

That’ll have to wait ’til morning comes…

Jin is a light sleeper. I know this because every other night he seems hypersensitive to most noises. He’s repeatedly warned me against trying to sneak out in the middle of the night. He’s proven this several times when even the slightest noise causes him to emerge from his bedroom and scope out the rest of the apartment, like he’s checking I’m still around.

The night I snuck into the bathroom to pee was a fluke. He seemed to be deep in a dream that night.

But after the wild sex we had last night, it seems it’s becoming more common for him.

Dawn breaks over the sky beyond his bedroom curtains. I’m awake before he is. He’s out cold at my side as I creep out of bed and then tiptoe out of the room. I’m still shocked he even let me sleep in his bed.

A lot about the last twelve hours has been unexpected.

Starting with my escape to what happened in the alley, then once we made it back to his apartment.

My body’s sore. I ache in several places.

Between my thighs. My throat. The cuts and nicks from his blade still sting.

I went through it and earned four mind-blowing orgasms. But that only makes it worse. As I plop down on the futon in the living room, I’m riddled with guilt.

I’mdisgustedwith myself.

How could I be so turned on by Jin? How could I let him do what he did and then come so many times?

What about Eli? What would he think? How could I do this to him?

Last night I’d cried from pleasure. Right now, a different kind of cry bubbles out of me. I drop my face into my hands and sob about the fiancé I’ve betrayed in the worst way.

There’s one thing I know for sure: I can’t let it happen again.

Last night was the only time.

15.Jin

I wakefrom some of the best sleep I’ve had in years, only to discover Monroe is gone. My hand slides across the space where her body should be. Rather than touching the dip of her waist or the swell of her hips, I grab a handful of rumpled sheets.

I sit up slowly and cast a sleepy eye next to me. I’m an extremely light sleeper. Most noises disturb me enough to pull me from even deeper sleeps. If Monroe was able to not only get out of bed but slip out of the room, I slept even better than I realized.

She was never supposed to be in my bed in the first place. I should be relieved she removed herself.

Yet as the pale light of early morning filters into the room, my neck prickles with awareness. Shechoseto remove herself, which only means it wasn’t somewhere she wanted to be in the first place.

Things between us reached a boiling point last night. When I hunted her down in the village, I had no intention of… doing what I did. I pressed the knife to her throat and pinned her against the side of the building to intimidate her.

Then I lost control.

Her sweet perfume enveloped me, rising off her soft skin in temptation. My lips grazed her ear and I felt her body quake within my arms.

I’m a disciplined man. But I’m still a man. I lost my way, driven by the dangerous desire she brings out of me.

There’s no describing how good it felt to kiss her and run my hands over the curves of her body. As I penetrated her with the handle of my knife, it was like an extension of myself. My favorite blade was now inside her, a prized possession I carry at all times.

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