Monster

Chapter 3

Three

Marcus

Evelyn Embry.

She was not meant to be here, not meant to be with me.

And yet there she sat, leaning into the passenger seat of my Porsche with her luscious breasts spilling out of her low neckline and the roundness of her thighs easily visible through the tight fabric of her dress.

My c**k throbbed, and I fought back a shiver at the memory of her hand grazing against it when she’d so brazenly demanded my attention.

I’d never wanted a woman like I wanted her, from the moment her heat penetrated my trousers and into my skin. It took all I had to not just pull over and f**k her raw on the side of the road, leaned over my car with her dress hiked high around that fine arse of hers.

I clutched at the steering wheel and gritted my teeth.

This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have let her into my car, shouldn’t have taken her hand when she’d told me I was bringing her home.

I had to pull over right this second and tell her to get out.

But everything in me reeled at the thought, the monster in my chest snarling in defiance. It didn’t want to let her go. I didn’t want to let her go.

Her scent, jasmine and honey and woman, permeated the air in my car, filling my nostrils until my c**k was so hard it hurt. Everything about her made me burn with a need I’d never experienced before.

Why are you here, little one? I looked at her out the corner of my eye, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Why was she here? She recognized the monster in me; I saw it when she looked into my eyes. She may not have understood what she saw, but her body intuited the danger—there was no question about it. And still, she persisted.

It was too late for regrets. Too late to stop, because the moment our eyes locked, the monster had recognized her. I had no idea how, or why—why her, why now—but ever since she put her soft little hand on me, I’d been fighting tooth and nail to keep the monster down. Even now, it was roaring to break free and sweep me away in the liberating rush of oblivion I knew all too well.

I should never have taken her with me. I should have turned her down, should have left and not looked back.

I needed to end this, before she was inside my flat. Before the door closed behind us, with no one there but her and me.

I clasped my hands harder around the steering wheel to steady my thrumming pulse at the monster’s roar of denial.

No.

As I pulled into the parking garage underneath my high-rise apartment block, I knew one thing with absolute certainty: this woman was going to be mine, and there was nothing either of us could do to stop it.