I don’t know how long we’ve been chatting when Marcus glances over my shoulder, for a moment lost in thought. He then closes the space between us, so less than a foot separates us. His hand strokes up and down my hip, molding to my body. He lowers his lips to my ear.
“If we’re gonna convince everyone you’re off limits, we need to do more than just stand here and talk. Unless you want people thinking I’m your cousin.”
I swallow hard. “What do you have in mind?”
“Maybe this….” He brushes his fingertips against my neck and moves my hair back, exposing my skin. His head drops and his warm lips teasingly caress my neck.
Fortunately if Jordan sees him kissing me, she won’t clue into what’s really going on. She’ll think we’re hooking up after bumping into each other here.
Or at least I hope that’s what she’ll think.
His tongue flicks against the skin he just kissed. I jerk away.
Relax. Trent used to do that all the time and you never freaked out.
“Whoa, Kitten. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not that asshole from the party.”
“I know. It’s just…it’s just….” My voice fades away, drowned out by the music.
“It’s just what?”
I shake my head. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
Encouraged by my response, Marcus leans in and his lips meet mine, softly, sweetly. But he’s not satisfied enough with that. His lips try to pry mine open.
His mouth presses against mine, hurting me, violating me. I want to scream for him to stop. But that’ll make things worse. He always punishes me when I resist.
My body tenses, heart beating loud and fast, breath equally fast and shallow. I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, fighting against the memory.
Marcus pulls away and searches my face. “It’s okay, Kitten. I swear I’m not going to hurt you.” His fingers brush against my cheek. “You’re safe.”
I can tell from his expression he wants to ask who the hell hurt me. I don’t want to tell him. This is my secret.
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