Kisses and Lies

The rev of the motorcycle is so loud and deafening I wonder if she will be all right ever again.

Chapter Twelve

Rochelle

I try to call her all day the following day, but not once does she answer. I completely forget about Marcus coming to get me until I pull up in my driveway and he’s there, standing out the front, dressed in all black. Straight away my tummy starts to flutter at the sight of him.

Why is he so beautiful?

So fucking beautiful.

Dropping my head to the steering wheel, I take a deep breath. And before I can even sit back up, my door is flung open, and a hand is on me. I jump and scream. And a small smile tugs at his lips.

“You have everything?” Marcus asks as he looks around in the back of my car, then back to me. He keeps a hold on my arm as I get out.

“No, I have nothing. Because quite simply… I forgot,” I say, pulling my arm back from his grasp and tucking my hair behind my ear.

Marcus steps up, so my back hits the car and his front is pressed into me. My red hair falls back into my face, and this time, he reaches up to replace it with a brief touch of his fingers as he looks at me.

“I’ll make you forget your own name by the end of the night, and the only thing you will be calling me is God.”

I want to chuckle at his words. How idiotic they sound, but, somehow, I don’t think he’s lying.

“I need to get my things.”

“You really don’t need anything. I plan to keep you naked.”

“I have work tomorrow,” I say, as his body doesn’t leave mine.

“But do you?” he asks, as his hand runs over my lips and down my neck.

Marcus’ touch makes me breathless, and I almost give myself to him right now.

I need strong willpower around him.

“Tanika spoke to me yesterday, told me everything,” I say, and his hand drops away. His lips thin out. “And your brother told me to stay away.”

“Tanika needs more help than you can offer. My brother is an over-protective asshole.”

“I thought you were the older one.”

“I am. Can we go? My night isn’t planned to go this way. I don’t want to talk about my brother when I plan to fuck you.”

“I need to get my things.” Marcus steps away, and he waves his hand at my house as if for me to hurry up. Passing him, he doesn’t touch me again. Quickly, I move to my room and grab everything I think I’ll need, including toiletries. I stop one step from my front door and see him waiting out there for me.

What the fuck am I doing?

Sex. It’s simple. I want this man.

There’s no denying that. Even with his questionable morals and what he does for work. For some strange reason I still want him.

Stepping out, he looks up, and all my worries that I had disappear as he stares at me.

Marcus wants me. That in itself is a power trip.

He holds the truck door open and I look back at my own car.

“Will you bring me back for it?”

“In the morning.”

I nod and step to him. He takes my bag and waits for me to slide into his truck. I pause, second-guessing as my thoughts run rampant.

I should turn around and go back inside.

This isn’t a smart idea.

He’s not your forever.

He will only ever be a plaything.

Just as I take a deep breath and think about telling him to give me my bag back, he kisses me. It’s quick, efficient, and shuts my thoughts down fast. I lean into it, and I know right now, in this moment, that I will go anywhere he asks as long as he does that.

And thinking he has that power frightens me. It scares me so much.

“I can see your thoughts churning in that cute head of yours. Get in the truck, pretty girl.”

“I am,” I say, stepping up. He shuts the door behind me, gets in himself, and starts to drive. He’s not giving me another chance to escape.

“Where do you live?” I ask, realizing I should have asked that to begin with. Marcus keeps on driving through town and out onto the highway.

“Alone,” is all he replies.

Giving me nothing, he takes a turn along a gravel driveway while neither of us speaks.

I don’t see anything.

No houses.

Just bush.

I cringe thinking about the spiders and snakes that could be out here. I stay in the city because the likelihood of me seeing a snake is slim, unless I go to a museum. Spiders are multiplied in numbers further out. That’s Australia for you, I guess.

The lights from his truck shine on something and I see a house. It’s hidden all the way off the road, down the back of the property. Green grass surrounds it, and there’s a large pool as well. Finally, he comes to a stop and climbs out. I do the same. Marcus already has my backpack in his hands as he opens the large wooden French doors to his house and all the lights flick on automatically.