Marked by Ink Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
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I lead her away from her car toward mine, my hand never leaving her arm.

I can feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her shirt. It’s difficult not to slide my hand across to her breasts, slip down her shirt and massage her, bring her to orgasm from playing with her sensitive nipples, making her fucking cream….

“Are you okay?” she asks.

I pause and stare down at her, struggling to maintain control.

“I’m fine. Let’s go.”

I lead her to my plain-looking car, one of many. It doesn’t scream hitman at all.

She smiles when I hold the door open for her.

“Manners at a time like this?”

I laugh, meeting her eyes. There’s so much complexity in the way she looks at me, with the fear and the anxiety and the…the want, the need, the same thing that’s swirling inside me.

But all of this could be projection, hope, nothing more.

I climb into the driver’s seat and start the engine.

Then I look over at my woman. She’s watching me, her lips slightly parted, looking a little sore – in a tempting-as-hell way – from our kissing.

I can’t help it.

She moans before we kiss this time, as though the anticipation is blazing through her, and that just makes it even hotter. I snarl like a beast through the closeness of our lips, our tongues feasting on each other.

Suddenly, my hand’s on her leg, despite our public presence. Despite the fact that there’s a hit on her head.

With a superhuman effort, I manage to move my hand away, leaning back.

“We can’t,” I say.

Not yet.

“I have to keep you safe.”

“Is this anything to do with Julie, my friend?” she asks. “Who would want to kill me? I don’t get it.”

“I don’t know,” I say.

“Which part?”

“Both,” I tell her. “I’ve got no idea. But we’ll find out.”

I pull out of the parking spot.

“Wait, where are we going? My house is the other way.”

“We’re not going to your house,” I growl, picking up speed.

CHAPTER

SEVEN

Freya

It’s like I’ve slipped into some sort of an alternate reality. It’s difficult to keep up with everything, from the kissing to the idea that somebody wants me dead.

I learned that minutes after I spoke to Julie….

They have to be connected, surely.

But now Felix is telling me he’s not taking me home.

I stare at him, my lips tingling from the kiss, my body feeling sensitive. Each small bump in the road sends a jolt through me, making me think of shifting like that in Felix’s lap, grinding against him….

Being the woman I promised myself I would be. Or try to be. Not afraid of what might happen.

But these are ridiculous thoughts to be flurrying through my mind. I should be screaming, concerned that this man’s lying to me or he’s going to hurt me. I don’t know him.

And yet even if I know, on one level, a reasonable person would think that, my instincts won’t let me.

I trust him, this stranger, even if I shouldn’t.

“Where are you taking me?” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, trying to think.

Keeping my thoughts clear feels like an impossible battle.

“Somewhere safe,” he says.

“No, Felix.”

He tightens his grip on the steering wheel. Moonlight and street lights shine into the car as we drive, turning his hair into an even deeper shade of silver.

“No,” I say again, louder this time. “You can’t tell me somebody’s trying to….” Kill me, but I leave the sentence unfinished. It all seems like a joke, and at the same time, it’s not even remotely funny.

“Felix.” I touch his forearm, his bare skin, my body responding when I feel how taut his muscles are, just like I imagined. “You can’t kidnap me. If there’s an issue, fine, but you can’t do this. I don’t believe you’re that sort of person.”

He glances at me, his intense eyes swimming.

I expect him to ask why I think that about him since we don’t know each other. But he doesn’t. It’s like he already knows.

“I can’t let anything happen to you,” he says.

“Why?” I whisper, wondering if this is possible or if I’m wishing something into existence.

His intensity, his strength, all aimed at me. And not just because he wants to save me from whatever’s happening here.

No, it’s because there’s something here, clearly.

Strangers don’t just kiss like that with so much passion.

Do they?

It’s not like I have enough experience to compare.

“You don’t deserve to die,” he says after a pause, leaving me to imagine if there’s more there.

“You have to take me home,” I tell him. “If something bad is happening, okay, I get that. But what do you expect me to do? Leave my best friend and my mom to deal with it?”

He slows down, glancing at me, his expression faltering.

“I don’t know exactly what this is,” I say. “But first Julie calls me, telling me something bad’s going to happen tonight. And then you tell me….”


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