Page 276 of Tempting Venom
“Sure did. Wait for that ring.” I point at her sister. “No ring for you, Denise.”
She flips me off with a smile. “Nobody cares about your opinion.”
“Joke’s on you,everyonedoes.” I flip her back, grinning. Vee, being Vee, smiles and pulls her sister away before we start our cat-and-mouse fight.
As the rest of the crowd filters out, I stare at Marcus, who’s being hugged and patted on the shoulder and put in a headlock by his teammates.
Those little bitches better get their hands off of him.Now.
Okay, I’m cool. I’mcalm. I won’t actually cut their heads off in their sleep.
Probably.
I can’t really help these bouts of intense possessiveness whenever I see others touching him. The only ones who get a pass are June—who threw a literal party once she knew I was alive—and maybe Miley.
But even that little shit is pushing it since she keeps insisting that she’ll marry him one day. So much audacity in such a little body.
Iwill marry him, not her.
Not now…but, you know, one day. When I get better, and I’m not terrified I’ll hurt him in his sleep.
The nightmares are still there, but they’re not as frequent or intense. I still find it challenging to relax entirely at night, but Marcus is extremely good at distraction. And I mean, a fuckingprofessional.
He’ll either lay me down and fuck me slow and raw, or he’ll rub our cocks together, take my cock in his mouth, or eat my ass until I’m screaming.
The man I love has lots of tricks up his sleeve.
And I’m seriously murderous at the idea of others having experienced that.
There were people before me who had him—his embrace, his smiles, his affectionate touch that makes me want to get better.
And now, as I watch him, I can’t help the flutter in my stomach.
Marcus looks like flames in the Wolves’ orange gear, though he’s already unstrapped his chest protector, his jersey clinging to his muscles with sweat.
His damp hair is pushed back, gloves off, tape still clinging to his wrists, and face flushed with exertion.
Just like that, I get a flashback of his expression as he hovered over me while pushing deep inside me last night.
“Be a good boy and stroke your cock for me, baby,” he whispered in a hot command.
And now, other people get to see a similar face?Fine. He doesn’t have the heated look in his eyes, and his lips aren’t parted, murmuring the crudest things to me, but still.
As his teammates pull him away, he lifts his head up, and, upon seeing me, his mouth pulls in a wide grin, and he winks.
The prick actuallywinks.
Is it supposed to feel as if an arrow is slicing through my heart?
Shit’s dangerous. Need to ask my new bestie, Dr. Fenwick, why the fuck do I wake up every day feeling more in love with this guy than the day before?
It’s the food, isn’t it? He puts some love potion in there, and I can’t help but go back like some addict.
I suppose I’m more attached to him since we reunited due to one simple reason—I’m not wasting any time away from him anymore.
It’s why I hug him tight and go find him any chance I get. The moment I hug him feels like going home. Not only does he ground me and quiet the chaos inside me, but I also want to make it up to him.
Marcus might have forgiven me, but I know he was mad and especially hurt by my “death.” And I’ll do everything in my power so he never feels that way again.
