Page 8 of Dark Wishes

A tremble starts in my knees. I use the counter for balance. “That isn’t what I imagine.”

“But you do think about me doing something to you,” he says darkly. He shifts, a small step in my direction. “Is it something filthy? An act so perverted you’re afraid to say it out loud?”

“No,” I argue.

Another step. His shadow is all that touches me, but I breathe quicker, because it might as well be his hands. “Is it my fingers running through your hair? Or my palm on your throat?”

“That one,” I whimper. His eyes flash—he's electric, all raw heat and energy.

“You imagine...”

“I imagine you choking me.” I scowl, launching off the counter in his direction. “When I think about you, it’s thehorrible side that murdered a man. Someone who can, andhas threatened,to kill me!” I shout the last words, causing the towel to unwind from my hair. It tumbles to the kitchen floor, my damp, freshly blonde strands dangling against my jawline.

Jamison is poised like a statue; emotionless... steady. When he speaks, his voice is static along the vowels. “You think about my fingers on your neck... but not how I had them brushing against your pussy last night?”

My thighs brace together to control the rush of arousal. His blunt words are intoxicating. “Last night was nothing.”

“Really?” he growls.

“Yes,” I laugh, tossing my wet hair flippantly. “Do you think something like that would affect me? If you hadn’t mentioned it, I’d have forgotten about it.”

There’s a storm brewing in the center of his pupils. “It meant that little to you.”

“It was white noise.”

“I’ll have to do better this time.”

My heart swells until my ribs twinge painfully. “What?”

Jamison moves—this is the speed I saw in that hotel room. Quick as a fired arrow; I’m his target and he hits me like an expert marksman. Both his hands slip through my clumped hair, nails scraping my temples, the vibrations going into my brain.

In a single motion his lips capture mine. My body goes into shock; I’m frozen as his mouth explores mine. Warm lips, hard teeth, he kisses me with intention.

Hehatedwhat I said about him being forgettable.

This kiss is to prove a point...

That I’m a fucking liar.

Turning my head, he angles his mouth. His tongue dances over my canines... he nips my bottom lip. “Oh,” I whimper. Hot tingles smother my urge to fight him off. A single kiss has my clit pulsing. I’m in danger—and I don’t want to escape it.

You must,I urge myself.Come to your senses! You’re kissing a killer!

My eyes flutter shut as he traces a hand down my neck, then across my spine. Jamison slips the tank-top out of my skirt until he can reach beneath to feel my bare skin. He’s pulling me against his body eagerly. I’m no different; my hips grind against the front of his jeans, bumping his obvious hard-on.

I keep my hands at my sides; touching him will be the end of me. But I can’t halt this without shoving him away. Ihaveto act... being passive isn’t in my nature. Jamison is stealing the fight from my blood, replacing defiance with arousal.

His palm circles around my hip, lifting the last of my shirt high in the front. Like a fish swimming in a lake his hand travels under the fabric. Cool air brushes over my ribs; he’s forced my shirt over the top of my bra, exposing the tops of my breasts.

Jamison jams his shoe between my feet, forcing my legs apart. His knee presses solidly beneath my skirt. The pressure is directly on my panties... on my throbbing pussy... and Imoandown his throat.

“There it is,” he whispers, breaking the kiss. I start to catch my breath but he dives back in. “That’s what I want to hear.” Another kiss; he cups my chin, holding me steady, gazing into my eyes. His are darkened by lust. “That’s the evidence.”

I turn away from him. “Evidence of what?”

“I know you want me, Selena. I know you wantthis.”

His knee grinds on my clit through my soaked underwear. I arch my back, gasping, and he swallows every noise I make. I’m feeding him with my wanton response. His cock is growing fat from feasting on me.

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