Page 21 of The Brat
His mouth tightens. His eyes freeze over. His hands fasten the buttons of his sports coat. And like that, he shuts me out.
I hate it.
I hate it so much!
The urge to scream almost chokes me, but he reaches for his pocket square, dabs at his lips, then uses the same handkerchief to press against mine.
“It won’t come off.” That I don’t sound pissed is unfair. Because I am. I’m so mad at him right now?—
“The gloss has.” Another vehicle approaches and he steps into me again. “I want that on my neck, Victoria. On my shirt collar. A bright red hands off sign.”
“W-What?”
“You heard me. Let them all know I’m yours.”
“Mine,” I mewl, slumping against the car.
“Oh, yes. Even better, I want that bright red stain around my cock.” He dips low and brushes his lips over my earlobe. “Why would I settle for anything but you?”
My dark red nails press into his chest. “I don’t understand you.”
His callused fingers, a reminder of his origins, smooth over the curve of my ear.“Yes, you do.”
How didn’t I know I was crazy sensitive there?
“I don’t!”
“Can’t you feel who I want?”
“M-Me.”
“Almost.”
“Tell me.”
I don’t care that I’m begging.
“You know the answer. You’re just afraid of it.”
“I don’t. God, tell me. Please!” My hands seek him out again, scooping over his shoulders so I can bury my fingers in his hair. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“When you know who I want, you can have me.”
I stare at him in confusion. Suddenly, I don’t feel smart at all. What the hell is he talking about?!
He tsks but takes pity on me. “I want my future wife, Victoria. Nothing less will do.”
“When?” My nails dig into his scalp, burrowing beneath the crisp waves of his hair, and I see the slightest flicker of his lashes at the biting caress. “When, Maxim?”
FIVE
IT’S GIVING COMMUNITY THEATER
“Victoria?What are you doing over there? Come on. It’s about to start.”
I jerk in surprise at the call of my name. Maxim stiffens. Not in a good way either.
“Who?”
