The Girl He Marked

Chapter 5

'Are you sure' He turns to face me as we stop outside his door. I look at his gorgeous face and smile.

'Yes,' I reply breathily, and he grins down at me, a dark grin that promises bad things.

He unlocks the door and gestures for me to enter first, I step inside, my heels clicking against the

wooden floor.

'Let me give you a quick tour,' he suggests.

I gasp as he turns on the lights and I take in his sleek, modern kitchen. He shows me the living room,

his bedroom, the spare bedroom and the two bathrooms.

'This place is incredible,' I breathe, mainly just shocked that a guy's apartment is so clean.

'Do you have a cleaner' I ask, he looks at me for a moment and then laughs.

My heart skips a beat at the sight, he looks so unbelievably attractive, his whole face lit up with his

smile.

'No, I don't, I'm just never here for very long,' he explains.

He offers me a glass of wine which I gratefully accept. Although I'm still filled with desire for this

gorgeous man, I'm nervous.

We sit down on his sofa and talk some more; I'm pleased that our attraction is not just physical. We

have so much chemistry, he has me laughing every few minutes and I find myself growing fond of his

cheeky banter.

Most guys put me off with their arrogance, but somehow Rixon's confidence just makes me fancy him

even more.

'Best part of the apartment.' He gestures at the floor—to—ceiling windows opposite us. I get to my feet

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'Wow,' I breathe, stunned by the sight of the city at night, golden lights glowing everywhere.

'I know. It would have been a waste to rent the penthouse and rarely stay in it, so I decided a couple of

floors below it would still provide a good view,' he says and I'm suddenly aware of his looming presence

behind me.

I turn around and my eyes widen as I look up to meet his dark eyes, he gazes down at me with such a

heated look, I have to inhale sharply. He leans down and I know he intends to kiss me, so I look up and

let our lips touch.

He kisses me, one hand squeezes my hip, the other slides up my back and tangles into my hair,

holding the back of my neck whilst his tongue runs over my bottom lip. I eagerly open my mouth and I

run my hands through his black locks as his tongue touches mine. I can barely think straight as he pulls

me close, so that my breasts are pressed up against his hard chest.

He pulls away and trails kisses down my jaw to my neck, where he begins sucking gently. My mouth

falls open in a gasp and I have to lock my arms around his neck to keep myself standing as his teeth

graze over the sensitive skin on my neck. This man seems to know all my weaknesses.

'I want you so much, amore,' he whispers gruffly and pulls back to look into my eyes.

'Are you sure you want this You can still say no,' he tells me, and I feel reassured by his concern.

'Of course I want this,' I reply, running my fingers over the stubble on his square jaw. He closes his

eyes briefly and groans, the sound goes straight between my legs.

'Baby, the things I'm going to do to you,' he warns me huskily and I'm shocked that I don't just melt in

front of him. I have never been so turned on in my life, never wanted a guy so much.

Before I can react, he sweeps me up into his arms and carries me bridal style to his bedroom. I hold his

neck tightly, enjoying our close proximity and his delicious scent. He puts me down, sliding my soft

body down his hard one. His arm wraps around my waist before I can step away from him, he leans

down and softly brushes his lips over mine.

'Take off my shirt,' he orders huskily, and I frown for a moment, wondering just how into bossing me

around he is.

Does he like to order women around in the bedroom

Nonetheless, with shaking fingers, I do as he asks. I begin at the top, the first two are already undone,

revealing tanned skin. As I undo more buttons, his taut, muscular chest is revealed to me. As are the

intricate black designs, inked onto his dark skin.

His tattoos are ridiculously hot, so much so that as I finish undoing the buttons and push the shirt off his

shoulders, my fingers skimming over his warm, tight skin, I wonder how on earth I haven't combusted

with desire yet. I'm so turned on I could faint, choke, even.

I step back, away from him, gnawing nervously on my lower lip. His intense, molten eyes never leave

mine as he undoes his jeans, I glance down, my eyes land on the band of his boxers now visible and

winking at me. I jump, breaking out of my trance as he slowly lowers his zipper.

He hooks his thumbs into his jeans and pushes them down, kicking them to the side. He had taken off

his shoes earlier, and now stands before me in nothing but his boxers.

'Are you kidding me' I ask, staring at his perfect body in shock. He looks down at himself and then back

up at me and frowns.

'What's wrong'

'You're fucking perfect, like how are you even real And why would you want me when you look like that'

I explain, worried that if I take my clothes off, he might change his mind.

'Right, well let's get one thing straight; I'm not perfect,' he says firmly, stepping towards me so we're

almost touching.

'And how could I not want you You are perfect to me, you are everything I want,' he tells me, and I

struggle to breathe at his reassuring words.

'Really' I question, something like this is too good to be true.

'Yes, really,' he says, leaning down to kiss me again.

His lips move perfectly against mine, I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, but for some reason

he stops me and holds my wrists in front of me instead. I frown but don't stop kissing him, wondering

why he doesn't want me touching him.

He pushes me backward until the back of my legs hits the edge of his bed, my heart beats wildly as he

grabs the bottom of my dress and begins to peel it up, off my body. I put my arms up and allow him to

pull it off, I don't meet his eyes as my underwear—clad body is exposed to him. He reaches underneath

my chin and forces me to lift my face and look at him.

'Perfect,' he breathes and just like that, all my doubts dissipate.

He pushes me back, so that I fall gently onto his bed, sinking into the duvet. I chew anxiously on my

bottom lip as he kneels down, opening my legs and settling himself between them.

Oh God, I think I know what's coming.

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