Page 148 of Tempting Venom
“Will you be stalking me to make sure she doesn’t come back?” I ask.
Preston blinks, his bloodlust swiftly disappearing, but not the anger. No. That overflows from him like lava as he tightens his grip on my nape.
“You.” He narrows his eyes. “Howdareyou send the bike back, then pull this stunt?”
“I sent the bike back because we’re not in a relationship, so I won’t accept anything from you. As for the stunt, I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I was working.”
“You werenotworking. You were all over Ms. Pick Me just now.”
“And?”
His lips part before he purses them again, his eyes reddening as he slides his hand from my nape to my throat and shoves me back.
I hit the wall, and he slams a hand above my head, caging me in. He fixes me with a hard, burning stare, his lip lifting in a quiet snarl. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“And?You have hearing problems, my prince?”
“You think you can go around flaunting yourself and flirting like a cheap whore while messing with me, Marcus?”
“I don’t see why not. We’re not exclusive last I checked, and we can’t be.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because you have a habit of ignoring and ghosting me whenever you feel like it, and I will not be exclusive with someone like that.”
He steps into my space, close enough that I feel his breath. And it’s…intoxicating. This closeness, the way he smells like fucking cedar and damnation.
I could inhale him for hours.
Days.
Months.
Fuck. This complication continues to grow in ways I could never have anticipated, completely blindsiding me.
It’s dangerous.
“You think I want to be exclusive with you?” His voice lowers to a gruff, threatening tone. “Know your fucking place.”
“I do know my place, but do you?” I grab a fistful of his hair and yank his head back so that I’m staring down at him. “You don’t get to show up at my workplace uninvited, play some territorial game, call me yours, then pretend none of it happened. You might believe you have the upper hand because you come from money and have some secret organization and your daddy behind you, but not with me. You don’t.”
“You sure about that?”
“Positive. I eat guys like you for breakfast.”
“Guys like me?” Fire flashes in his eyes as he chokes me tighter. “Youdareto compare me to others?”
“Just like youdaredto compare our kiss to others.” I tug on his hair. “Doesn’t feel so good to be on the receiving end, does it?”
“You fucking?—”
“Shh.” I place a finger on his mouth, then use my grip on his hair to slam him against me.
And fuck.
Fucking hell.
The feel of him pressed all over me sends a rush of pleasure through my veins. It’s so overwhelming, I briefly close my eyes to savor it.
