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WILLOW
Sitting next to Marcus was very unnerving. It felt like I was repeatedly being zapped with an electric bolt.
When I dared to glance at him, and our eyes met, I felt the tingles zap from my stomach, all the way between my legs. The look in his eyes was heated and pretty intense. It felt like he was ready to rip my clothes off right there on the couch, but then he had to be an asshole.
Well, that blows my theory that Marcus isn’t a womanizer.
When I got up, Marcus didn’t bother looking at me again. Although I can almost swear, I felt his eyes on me as we walked back to the spot we were dancing in earlier.
Forget about him.
I force myself to focus on Evie. The night can still be fun.
I’m not much of a dancer, but right now i
t feels good just to sway in a sea of strangers. Evie is a natural. She looks like she’s one with the music, her body moving in ways I can only dream of.
A few songs later I manage to lose myself in the beat. I close my eyes and let my body move freely. When I feel someone behind me, my eyes snap open with surprise. As I turn my face to see who it is, I only get a glimpse of dark hair before I feel lips grazing my ear.
“You’re a fucking tease,” the guy growls as he forcefully grabs my hips to keep me in place. He starts to grind against my ass. I feel uncomfortable and try to step forward, but that makes him tug me back against him until I feel his erection rubbing against me.
“Let go!” I grind the words out, but it’s quickly lost in the loud music beating around us. I grab hold of his hands and try my best to pry his fingers loose.
Panic slithers down my spine when my attempts at freeing myself from him only seem to make him harder.
As a wave of disgust washes over me, strong fingers wrap around my bicep, and I’m yanked forward.
Just from the touch alone, I know it’s Marcus. He pulls me into his body, and a burst of electricity shoots through me, washing away the disgust I felt just a moment ago.
I keep my eyes locked on his chest as both relief and embarrassment fill me.
Ugh… why did this have to happen? Now he’s going to think I can’t stand up for myself. After he was so rude, I certainly don’t want his help. With my luck, he’ll think I owe him a blowjob for saving my butt.
“Fuck off,” the other guy growls while not letting go of my hips. He tries to yank me back with a painful grip. “I’m dancing with her.”
Marcus lets go of my arm and wraps a strong arm around my waist, pinning me to his chest. His body shoots forward, and I have to grab hold of his sides, so I don’t fall over backward. With one forceful shove, he sends the other guy stumbling away from me.
“She’s off limits,” he growls, and the sound vibrates through every inch of me.
He sounds so angry; I have no doubt that he’s about to beat the living shit out of the other guy.
Luckily the other guy only spits out a string of curses before he storms away from us.
As soon as the guy leaves, Marcus brings his free hand up to my jaw, and he tilts my face up, so I’m forced to look at him.
“Is this a norm for you?”
“What,” I breathe the word out, too intimidated by the intense look in his eyes to get out anything above a whisper.
“Attracting shit,” he spits the words out as if he’s blaming me for what just happened.
My look of shock quickly morphs into a full-blown scowl.
How dare he?
“You’re blaming me?” I grind the words out as anger courses through my veins.