The End Where I Begin (Book Four of the Glen Power Series)

Chapter 13

“Wh...What?”

His voice is shaking with nerves. I sneer, running my hands up his chest.

“I said,” I murmur slowly, “I need you.”

The confusion on Mark's face is delicious. I lap it up, letting it fuel the passion coursing through my veins. So when he laughs nervously and pushes me away, I feel my grin widen.

“Alright, okay,” he laughs. “Very funny, girl. You got me. Scared the shit right out of me. Let me just go get dressed and we'll watch a film. My choice.”

When I don't move, I see his smile falter slightly. But he follows through, physically moving me so that he can make his way to his bedroom. But he makes a fatal mistake. He doesn't close the door.

I slip through after him, seeing him at the end of his bed. I slink towards him, wrapping my arms around him as I stand behind him. Kissing up his back, I purr into his body as I feel him tense.

“What are you doing?” I hear him ask nervously.

I giggle, moving my hands slowly lower. He grabs them quickly, ripping them away from him. Spinning around to face me, his features are twisted with rage. Hot.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” he shouts. “You're a married woman!”

“And you're a married man,” I purr.  “That doesn't stop you from wanting this.”

“I don't want this!”

I hum, leaning up to nibble on his jaw. I hear his breathing hitch as I smirk, tracing my finger along the other side of his face. Pushing up against him again, I feel him against my thigh and it makes the smirk turn into a grin.

“Tell that to your body,” I breathe.

He turns his face to look at me. Our lips are millimetres apart, his eyes dark with lust. I move slightly, aiming to close the distance. But much to my surprise, he leans back and shakes his head.

“Don't,” he says as firmly as his shaking body can manage.

My smirk drops abruptly and is replaced with a snarl.

“Wrong answer.”

His eyes are wide as I shove him backwards, clambering on top of him like in a frenzy. Ramming him down into the pillows, I attack his lips like an animal. He groans, arching up into me as I push against him. And before I know it, his hands are tangled in my hair and he's kissing me back full force.

I grin into his lips, revelling in this new sensation I'm feeling. It's not like this with Glen. This is exciting. Dirty. Wrong. But so fucking right at the same time. This is what's been missing. This is what I've been after.

I rip away from his lips, forcing myself up to pull my shirt over my head. His hand slides over my stomach and upwards, making me quiver with delight. Looking down at his swollen lips, I growl greedily, hungry for everything he has to offer. His eyes flick up to mine, dark with desire. His thumb hooks into the centre of my bra, pulling me back down for a ferocious kiss. His wandering hands play with the waistband of my jeans, fingers dipping in almost tentatively. I hiss, overwhelmed with the ecstasy. My own hands move down his body, hooking into the only thing covering him from me, every intent of pulling it down...

But his body tenses suddenly and he pushes me up, grabbing my hand. The look in his eye is gone, and replaced with terror.

“No, this is wrong. We can't do this.”

I'm back at his throat, ignoring his cries of resistance. He struggles beneath me, but there's nothing he can do. I'm going to get what I want. No matter how hard I have to fight to get it...

“Mark?”

I hear her voice ring through the air. Full of hurt and betrayal. I know how I should feel. But I don't. I don't give a fuck about how she feels. All that matters is that I get what I need...

“Rina, I'm sorry!” he wails. “I can't...I can't stop her! She's gone crazy! Help me! Please, Rina! Help me!”

I can feel his sobs against my chest, and it only fuels the fire. I dig my nails into his arms, rolling him on top of me as I arch upwards. He tries to pull away, but I'm too strong. My legs wrap around him, crushing our hips together aggressively. He cries out in pleasure or despair, I can't tell which. I steal his lips again, forcing his lips apart. But he rips away from me, turning his head away.

“Help me!”

As her footsteps run out the door, I grin to myself. We're alone. My nails dig into his back, pulling down and causing him to whine.

“Please, stop,” he sobs.

“No.”

“Sweetheart, please...”

“Stop talking and fuck me.”

Pulling him hard against me, I can feel that he still wants me. He can't fool me. Even through the tears, he can't tell me that he's gagging for it...

The next thing I know, Mark has been ripped away from me and in his place is Glen. He crashes his lips against me, pushing against me aggressively. His force catches me off guard pleasantly and I snigger at this new twist in the game. My hands dig into his back, causing him to grunt. He tilts his head to the side, giving me access to his neck which I willingly indulge in. And as I leave angry bruises all over him, I hear their conversation.

“What the fuck is going on?!”

“You need to go.” His voice is a growl as he tries to maintain composure.

“This is our house, Glen!”

“I know. I'm sorry. I don't have time to explain. You have to go.” He gasps at the end as I sink my teeth into his shoulder.

“You're wife just threw herself at me and you expect me to just walk away while you fuck her on our bed?!

“Yes! I do! You have to go!”

“This is sick, Glen! D'you know that?!”

“Yes! Sweet fucking Jesus...” His hands bury into the covers as I do my hardest to get his full attention back. “Please...Please. If you value us as friends at all, you'll do this for us. You'll...fuck...you'll walk away. I promise I will explain everything. But right now...”

“Dude...”

“I'm saving her life!” The rumble of his shout makes me purr in pleasure. I kiss up his jaw slowly, dragging my nails across his chest. “Please...please let me save her. Please go.”

I don't hear them leave. But I can only assume they do because Glen's back at my lips with such force that it almost tips me to the edge right there and then. Our clothes are shredded from us and the sex is angry. I know why it is, but I don't care. He's hitting the spot over and over, sending my body crazy. If I have to do this every time to get this reaction, then so fucking be it.

When it's all over, he rolls off of me as I come down from the clouds. I hear him getting dressed and leaving the bedroom, but I don't care. That was incredible. The best sex I have ever had in my life. I chuckle to myself turning over to fall asleep, but I see a photo on the little table next to the bed. I hum, not remembering this photo. Reaching over to it, I think that Glen must have recently had it framed...

My heart drops as I realise it's not me and Glen. It's Mark and Rina.

Everything comes flooding back to me. The shower. Mark. The kiss...

What the fuck did I do?

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