Page 102 of Prince Charming

For days now she’d felt so unsteady, so lost and alone, and she thought she knew why.

Of course it was her family.

But now she was learning it was because of the distance she’d put between her and Tag.

He made things right in her world.

Desperate fingers, with a mind of their own to touch him, creeped into his hair, scratching a manly moan out of him.

“How would Sofia think about me being here?”

Tag growled. “Fuck Sofia.”

“Da. I think that is what she wants.” The thought of him with her, or anyone else, made her earlier tuna sandwich sit heavily in her belly.

She was possessive over a man she had no rights to.

His head reared up with eyes so stormy and breathtaking.

“You listen up,brat. You’re going around the fucking houses not to ask me about Sofia. So I’ll tell you straight so you can’t use it against me to put up more walls between us. Sofia and me were a thing a long time ago. It was casual, and it suited us that way until it didn’t. Until she wanted more from me than I could give, and she started to play stupid fucking games to get what she wanted. She flirted with my boys, got clingy.” Marianna’s fingers caught in his hair to keep the connection between them. “It also included walking in on her poking holes in my condoms.”

“She… she wanted to trap you with a child?”

“Crazy yeah? She doesn’t like to lose, and that’s why you’re seeing her at the gym. I don’t wanna be mean, that’s not me, but she doesn’t get the message we were over a long time ago. She saw me with you at the bar and put two and two together and turned into jealous Cruella with a headful of catty games she knows I won’t play.”

Marianna didn’t understand some of his words, but she got the gist.

“You are not together and she’s acting jealous because of… us?”

“Yes.”

Oh. Well.

“She’s warned me off you twice.” She shared. Tag became still. “She fucking what? When?” Marianna told him and was rewarded with his great powerful growl coming from his chest. “The fuck, Anna. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I thought she was your girlfriend.”

“You thought I had a woman, even while I was putting my head under your skirt to taste your pussy as often as I could? Putting you in my bed… following you around like a besotted puppy.”

Time slipped sideways. Her vision became blurry.

He hadn’t ever used that tone with her before.

After a long time, shame clinging to her skin, she looked at him. “I know. I’m sorry, Tag.”

“You thought I had a woman, and you still wanted me.” This time his voice was smoke, and the talons of it curled around her throat with an invisible hold. His stare did something squirmy to her tummy.

“You know I make bad decisions.” She breathed. “I’m famous for it.”

That’s when he grinned. “Not about this.”

Indeed. Not abouthim.

“Admit it.” He rasped, his hand snaked around the back of her neck, squeezing. Marianna swallowed her groan of pleasure and felt more of her world steady again. It felt like weeks since he touched her. All her fault. “Admit you feel this between us, Anna.”

She playfully narrowed her eyes at his tone. “This is not the time to boss me around.”

“Isn’t it?” A devastatingly hot grin twitched his lips. “I get results when I demand shit. You never volunteer how you feel or what you want until I coax it out of you.”

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