I get the first creeping sense of dread and try to act casual as I consider his question. “Not much. Just that it makes you a raving lunatic.”
He snaps the book shut and sets it on the table. “And what does that make you, entering a room alone with me? A glutton for punishment?”
Fuck. Just the mere suggestion that he might do something to me, bend me over his knee, fuck me against the wall, has me clenching. I squeeze my thighs together trying to ward off the tingle spreading between my legs.
Of course he notices me squirming. His tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek.
I am out of my depth here.
“Maybe it does,” I admit because I suspect I can’t keep anything from Vane. If only I could read him as easily as he can read me.
“You should get up out of that chair and walk right back out that door.”
“Why?”
He inhales, slow and deep.
Last night when he spit in my mouth, I wanted to tear him apart. Out of all the idiots I’ve slept with, none have ever treated me like a slut even though I sorta was. I’m not ashamed of my life choices. For the last decade, I was expecting my life to end on my 18th birthday. Maybe not literally, but figuratively. A slow descent into madness.
So I took what I wanted, how I wanted it, because none of it felt like it mattered anyway.
Even though my 18th birthday has come and gone, and now that I’m in Neverland and the myth of Peter Pan has proven itself to be real, I still can’t shake the feeling like I’m running on borrowed time.
And if I am, I want to continue to take.
I want to do whatever the fuck I want even if it kills me.
So I get up out of that chair, but instead of walking out the door, I cross the distance between me and Vane and climb on his lap.
He growls, but his hips shift, lining himself up at my center. I don’t know if it’s on purpose or base instinct.
He keeps his arms on the chair as he turns up to me.
“Now that you’re here,” he says, “what do you plan to do about it?”
He’s tempting me, teasing me. He shifts again, this time pressing forward with his hips. He’s not hard yet though, and it pisses me off.
All of those needy, inexperienced football players were hard on a dime.
But…he’s got a good point.
What do I plan to do? My plan had no end point. Just a beginning.
I can’t turn back now. I’ll look like a coward and he’ll be gratified with the fact that I couldn’t follow through with my recklessness.
So I do the only thing a girl can do in this scenario—I pull off my sweater and my t-shirt.
I’m not wearing a bra so my breasts hit the air and my nipples immediately shrink to dark beads.
Vane growls again and now, now he’s hard.
I am full of so much pride I might float off into the rain cloud.
Just as long as he doesn’t see my back, just as long as he doesn’t see my scars.
I don’t want him to think me weak.
His hands come to my hips and he grinds me down on him.
The air gets stuck in my throat.
“Pretty little Darling whore,” he says. “Trying to pretend she’s bigger than she is.”
“Vicious shadow of death,” I say, “trying to pretend like this is all beneath him.”
“I made no such claim.” His hand trails from my hip, up my waist, and a shiver rocks over my shoulders. My nipples are so tight now, they’re painful and desperate for warmth.
Vane sits forward and brings his mouth to my peak.
I inhale in a hiss as he slides his tongue over me, then bites at me.
He wraps his arm around my waist, rocking me against him.
This is happening.
I’ll have them all when this is over.
I rub my pussy against his shaft, wishing there was no clothing between us. Do I make the first move or does he?
Take, that voice says in the back of my mind.
Take what you want.
I reach down between us and start to unbutton his pants. I’m trembling from anticipation and fear.
At any moment, he could turn that dark power on me, the terror.
His mouth still on my nipple, he turns up to me.
“Look at me,” he orders.
His dark hair hangs over his forehead and his violet eye is bright.
The air gets lodged in my throat as the terror slithers in and his face turns sharp.
Before I know what’s happening, he has me pinned on the floor, his entire body vibrating with barely restrained rage.
“Listen to me very carefully, Darling.” His teeth grind together. “You do not want to fuck with me.”