Chapter Thirty-two
A nger burns through me as I listen through the door, Liam’s voice only adding to the fury building inside of me. His words sink low in my stomach, all of it, the news of the developers, his wanting to demolish the south side, though that shouldn’t be a surprise, not to me at least with what I know, and the fact that he’s going to be using Marly to sweeten whatever deal he’s trying to make.
It fucking sickens me that she has to go through this. That she is pulled and pushed and bent and shaped to fit whatever mold they’ve created for her.
I know it’s not what she wants.
I know she is nothing like any of them.
It doesn’t change who she is related to, but it does change how I feel about her. The conflicting feelings inside me since I met her have been tough enough as it is. But is it enough? It’s a betrayal on my brother’s memory and yet I can’t stop the damn feelings from tightening around my chest.
And those are some fucked up feelings right there.
The handle on the door compresses, and despite the anger, I know I can’t be caught so I press myself to the wall behind the door, praying Liam doesn’t come in here after Marly. It’ll blow this whole shit up if he does and I have yet to decide how to handle it now that I’ve gotten to know Marly.
But it’s only her who enters.
She pushes the door hard, and it slams shut behind her, rattling the pictures she has hanging on the walls.
“No one is fucking touching you, princess,” I growl to her back.
She jumps, throwing her hand over her own mouth to stifle her cry as she spins to face me.
“You’re not supposed to be here!” She whispers angrily. “He’s still here!”
“You’re fucking mine, princess,” I walk toward her, pushing her back against the closed door as I grasp her wrists and pull her arms above her head.
“River,” She whispers, panic setting in, “He’s down the hall, he’ll hear you!”
“Good,” I snap, “Maybe he’ll figure out that no other man gets to touch you.”
“No one is going to touch me,” She wiggles in my hold, trying to break free but I don’t release her and press my body closer to hers, completely trapping her against the door.
“Damn fucking straight no one is going to touch you,” I dip my head and kiss her neck, letting my teeth graze across that fluttering pulse point, “Because this body, it’s mine. Your lips, mine…” I trail kisses down her throat, feeling her shiver beneath me, “Your laughs and smiles and kisses, fucking mine .”
Her spine arches as I keep moving down her body, my mouth closing around her nipple above the dress she still wears.
My hand trails up her thigh, beneath the skirt of the dress before I cup her pussy through her flimsy panties, the warmth like a brand against my palm, “This cunt is mine.”
She gasps, “He’ll hear.”
“Then you best be quiet, princess, because I am going to fuck you now.”
Before she has a chance to answer, I release her hands, grasp her hips and spin her around.
“No other man gets to touch you, princess,” I flip the back of her dress up, my hand instantly falling to the firm globes of her ass, “Tell me who you belong to.”
“Y-you,” She stutters out, pushing back on my hand when I move it between her legs, forcing them to widen.
“That’s fucking right,” I growl, slipping my fingers beneath her panties, finding her soaked for me. “So damn wet, Marly.”
She moans as I tease a finger at her entrance, pushing back even further to penetrate herself on it.
“Hush baby,” I warn her, “We don’t want your brother catching on.”
“Please, River,” She moans.
“For you?” I release her only to shove at my own pants, freeing my aching cock as I push her panties to the side, bend my knees, line myself up with her and slam forward. “Always.”
I’m quick to get my hand across her mouth, stifling her cry.
“Shh,” I soothe, thrusting hard, jerking her hips with each rough slide of my cock. I watch myself as I fuck her, sinking in deep, her skin turning red from where my hand holds her tight. She whimpers behind my palm, her knees shaking. Fuck, she takes me so damn well, all of me.
“You’re made for me, Marly,” I tell her, slowing my hips, wanting to drag this out for as long as I can.
I slide my hand away from her mouth, moving it down to her throat where I squeeze and bring her back to me, forcing her spine to my chest and bend my knees to keep the pace. Her head thumps on my shoulder, her breathy whimpers at my ear.
I cannot get enough of her.
Keeping her against me, one hand on her throat, I use the other to press against her swollen clit, teasing it in tight circles.
“Do you want to come?” I nip her neck with my teeth.
“Please,” She whispers.
I move my fingers faster, keeping the rhythm to build her up until I can feel her start to spasm against me, clenching my cock.
“Don’t scream, Marly,” I warn her, “Be quiet.”
“God,” She whispers as she detonates, and her teeth sink into her lower lip to stifle her cry. She comes apart so prettily, her pleasure is an artist’s dream.
My orgasm chases hers, the pleasure zapping down my spine and I have to sink my own teeth into her shoulder to stop myself as I empty into her, the pleasure ready to bring me to my knees.
I rest my brow against her shoulder as I catch my breath, slipping from her body only to realize I didn’t wear a fucking condom!
“Shit,” I hiss, “I didn’t – I’m sorry, I forgot to put a condom on.”
She lets out a deep breath, straightening until her dress falls back in place and then leans on the wall, “It’s okay, I’m on the pill.”
“I didn’t ask,” I cringe, “Fuck, Marly, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She repeats softly and takes a minute to catch her breath before she pushes off the wall and heads toward her ensuite. “I need to take a shower.”
I nod even though she can’t see me.
“Will you stay?” She asks.
“Yes, princess.”
The door clicks closed behind her, and I walk to her bed, taking a seat and rest my elbows on my knees, cradling my head in my hands. Fuck.
I feel fucking unhinged. I listen to Marly showering beyond the door, the guilt for taking her bare eating at me. I didn’t fucking ask, I just took.
This is getting out of control. I’m getting out of control.
I know I should leave but I can’t bring myself to even entertain the idea, she wants me to stay and damn, I want to stay too even with her brother down the hall.
He’s so close, the closest he’s been to me since he murdered my brother, and he doesn’t even know it.
Marly returns from the bathroom in just a towel ten minutes later and gives me a soft smile before she changes into my Sinclair Motors tee, her favorite thing to wear to bed and comes toward me.
She steps between my legs and takes my chin in her dainty palm, tilting my face until she can look down at me.
And then she kisses me. Softly, sweetly but it’s more intense than anything I have ever experienced. My heart stops within my chest and then starts beating so fucking fast it feels as if it’s about to break through my ribcage.
Then she pulls away, runs her hand through my hair and climbs into bed, leaving me to sit there with the phantom feel of her lips still on mine.
And it’s in the quiet that follows, when the only noise to fill the room is her soft breathing that I realize that I’m fucked.
I’m so fucked.