Page 59 of Nemesis
Energy buzzed around us, the dark, ominous threat catching me off guard. The air grew potent, nothing except the sound of our heavy breathing filling the quiet hum.
“Now, tell me. Who are you?” he repeated, his hot breath fanning over my skin.
I turned my head to the side, trying to avoid his lips from making contact with my skin. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, pulling at it to avoid answering.
His other hand gripped my jaw, turning my head back to face him. His thumb reached out to tug at my bottom lip, releasing the abused skin. Absently, my tongue peeked out and swiped across, comingsoclose to the tip of his finger, desperate for a taste.
My chest heaved at his proximity, my breasts rising and falling at a faster rate. I rolled my lower half, squirming away, trying to dislodge the grip he had against my windpipe, but my effort only gave us a tighter fit.
Tension coiled my body tight, tangling my nerves, and anxiety weaseled in my chest as I tried to gather myself to answer his question.
“Olivia,” I finally whispered back, wheezing.
He still had me pinned against the wall, but the pressure around my neck loosened. He removed his hand from my chin, letting it graze down my side until it settled on my hip, causing my breath to stall, goose bumps prickling beneath the fabric of his shirt.
His fingers grabbed my hip and dug into my skin, but not enough to hurt. It felt more as if he needed to ground himself. My hands twitched at my sides, desperate to pull him even closer than he already was, desperate to erase any distance left between our bodies.
His hand skimmed farther down, brushing against the side of my leg before his fingers slipped beneath the hem of the shirt I’d borrowed from him. His fingertips drifted up, this time against the inside of my bare thigh, drawing a slow,painstakingpath.
My body was so on edge that every little contact, every little touch from him felt heightened. He bent down until his lips brushed against the shell of my ear, his breath ghosting over the bare skin, caressing it.
“I don’t believe you,” he taunted, his palm rough as he gripped my inner thigh, his fingers digging further into my skin.
My breathing came out in small puffs of air, his punitive touch filling me with a mix of pleasure and pain. I wassowet, embarrassingly so. I pushed away that fact, trying to reel my body back in from the ache building as I struggled to figure out how to get him away, because he was getting dangerously close, too close for comfort.
My head fell back against the wall with a thud and I tried shifting my focus to anything else besides the feel of his rough hands on my skin.
Shit, shit, shit. Get yourself together, Sofia. Stupid betraying body, stop this. Right now.
A shiver ran along my spine as the back of his knuckles feathered farther up my inner thigh, his fingers inching closer to where I desperately needed him. My heart thundered as I waited on bated breath, but instead he unexpectedly paused to play with the hem of my cotton sleep shorts.
My fingers dug into the wall behind me, gripping it forcefully, hoping it would temper the urge to reach for him. I had to take back control of this battle,neededto shift the narrative before he uncovered too much.
My attention dropped back to Theo and I met his gaze with as much conviction as I could muster, letting my desire for him take over before I switched roles and played the outraged wife.
His hand kept gripping my inner thigh possessively when I unclenched my fists from my sides and wrapped my fingers around his, gliding them slowly along my inner thigh until they were resting rightthere. Right where he could find out the effect he had on me.
His body stiffened, and his breath faltered when I stopped dangerously close, his knuckles brushing against my bare cunt. My eyes gauged his face for a reaction as I loosened my grip, hoping he would continue of his own volition.
He swallowed, his throat rippling with a bob. His chest was completely still as he looked down at my hand, and for a moment, I wondered if he was even breathing.
His low gaze flicked up, pausing at my lips before his eyes collided with mine, the fire in them I knew so well lighting my soul on fire. We just stared at each other for a beat and I couldn’t breathe even if I wanted to, my lids fluttering.
I finally sucked in a lungful of air, lifting my hips and pushing my exposed center closer to his hand. His hand quickly moved up from my throat, gripping my jaw so tight my teeth cut into my cheek, and he stepped even closer.
His jaw was tense, his piercing gaze locking me in place as a warning framed his expression as if to say,“do not fucking tempt me.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game,mentirosilla.” he warned.
But tempting him was the only way I could maintain my secret.
When I realized he hadn’t moved, my hand came up to his shoulder, my fingers inching to the back of his neck, threading through his hair. My nails scraped over his scalp before my fingers dug into his hair, forcing him closer.
My heart pounded with adrenaline, my blood heating and sending a warming flush all over my body. I tilted my hips more, causing my breasts to brush his chest as I sought more of his touch.
I felt his body hum with indecision, his straining will battling between lust and wanting answers.
He groaned, finally leaning into my touch, and I thought to myselfI got him, until he leaned down and whispered against my lips. “I don’t believe you,” he rasped, a taunting smirk lingering behind, his hand retreating until his fingers rested slightly lower.
