Prisoned - Marni Mann Page 0,16

thought crossed his mind. A harder squeeze was all it would take.

“Tell me what I want to know.”

If I could lean forward and kiss him, I would. But the way he was holding me wouldn’t allow for that. I was caged, unable to move, barely able to breathe, and all I wanted was his lips on mine. So, if I couldn’t take it, I could ask for it. “Kiss me.”

“That’s what you want?” His jaw flexed when he ground his teeth together. “My hands are around your fucking neck, and you want me to kiss you?”

“More than anything. Give me all your anger.”

His chest was rising and falling. His lips were parted in a way that they looked enraged.

“I can take it. I can take all of it, Garin.”

Seconds passed.

They felt like the longest seconds of my life.

Then, squeezing my throat even tighter, his mouth crashed against mine, and he slammed my back into the wall. Where I had once been overtaken by numbness, I now felt everything. From the gentle sparks in my toes to the throbbing in my nipples. The roughness of his lips owned me, and my entire body was responding to each lashing. I did nothing to fight it.

What I did was beg for more.

My hands went to his chest to feel the man he had become. In high school, he was so scrawny. Now, my fingers skimmed across planes of pure muscle, ripples that bulged under his skin. He was so much harder, so much more dominant than I’d expected.

He deepened our kiss as I slid my hands up his neck, his tongue swirling around mine. I combed through the thickness of his whiskers, stubble I’d never felt on him before. A coarseness that I fantasized scratching up the inside of my thighs. I reached his cheeks, and suddenly, I was in the air, my legs wrapped around his waist, my back still on the wall.

The space between us was gone. We were shirt against shirt, breasts against chest. Lips so intertwined, it felt like they’d never been apart.

And it was perfect.

It was too perfect.

All these years, I’d wanted to know what it would have felt like had I not left his apartment that night and had begged him to take my virginity. I was getting a taste of that now. It made me want more.

And it made the guilt grow.

And the guilt made it hard to breathe.

“Garin…”

I pulled my mouth away, but his didn’t go very far. It moved to my neck, biting across my throat and down my collarbone and over the tops of my breasts.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

“You want this to stop?” He lifted his face, his eyes holding mine.

Was I capable of telling him to stop? Not at this point. Not after being reminded of how good he could make me feel.

“No,” I said.

He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, pulling it away from the teeth that were grinding into it. “I want to torture this fucking lip.” His eyes only confirmed his words. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

“And go where?”

He kissed the outer edge of my cheek, his deep voice tickling around my ear, turning me on even more. “To a place where I can give your body everything it needs.”

He set me on my feet as he waited for my answer.

An answer that was already on my tongue.

A tongue that watered to taste more of him.

I was going home tomorrow where I could dwell on the guilt for the rest of my life. But, tonight, I wanted to feel some pleasure even if I didn’t deserve it. And I wanted Garin to give it to me.

I took his hand and led him to the door.

Five

Kyle

My throat was so dry. I couldn’t swallow. Every time I tried, I choked on the thickness of my tongue. It was swollen, stuck to the roof of my mouth. The taste was worse than morning breath. More like days’ and days’ worth of morning breath plus bile.

I rubbed my cheek into the pillow, not understanding why it was so firm. Why there was no give. Why it felt like muscle, not feathers or fluff.

“Don’t open your eyes too fast,” a man said. “Whatever they gave us was some heavy shit.”

I pushed away from whatever my head was lying on and opened my eyes as I sat up. “Ow!” I screamed, covering them with my forearm.

He was right; I shouldn’t have opened them too fast. The light stung and made my head pound.