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

Chapter 22

I smirk down at him, letting him realise just what it is he's let himself in for. He tries to push me off him, but I don't move. That was never part of the agreement...

“You said talk,” I sneer at him, leaning down seductively. “You didn't say where.”

His eyes flash with panic as he looks at Rina. I purr at the sight of his throat, exposed to me in such a tempting way. I could just nibble if I wanted to. No crime against that...

“That's fine. She can stay where she is. So long as she's willing to talk to us, that's all that really matters.”

My grin widens as control finally is back in my hands. I hum thoughtfully, taking a chance on fulfilling some kind of need in me. I turn Mark's face with one finger, tipping his chin slightly. I lean down to kiss him, feeling the atmosphere in the air. But just before I reach his lips, I stop.

My eyes flicker to Glen for the first time. He's stood just behind us, watching me with pained eyes. I relish that look. My tongue darts out, running along the bottom lip of the man in front of me. He never breaks contact with me, even as the tears spill over. Oh God, if I could just...

“Let's get this started then, Emie.”

I growl with frustration as the therapist's voice breaks my little moment. I don't want to talk. But if I do...Then Mark's all mine. I push myself up, twisting my head around with a glare.

“Talk then.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want to.”

“Don't you think about how Glen feels in this whole thing?”

“No.”

“Then maybe you should. Maybe you should start listening to what Glen has to say.”

“I've heard it all. I don't give a shit about all of that.”

“Yes you do. I saw it on your face a few minutes ago. Or have you suddenly stopped caring about him since then?”

I don't answer him. I'm bored of talking now. I turn back to Mark, purring at him. Trying to get him to give in to me now...

“Do you care about me?!”

My eyes shoot up and meet Glen's. He's moved closer, his face only a breath away from my own. I'm not going to lie. It's a little exciting.

“Answer me, Emie! Do you care about me at all? Does seeing me hurting so much really make you that happy? I mean, shit...Do you even love me?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

My heart pounds with adrenaline as the venom hits me in the face. This game has taken a nice little twist. One that I never saw coming. But I know how to make it better.

I grab his chin roughly, crashing his lips against mine. I hear Mark's whine of embarrassment, and that only makes this better. I growl into Glen's lips, grinning before I pull away. His eyes open, face flushed. The hope in his expression will make this all the sweeter...

I pull him close again, feeling his breathing hitch. I grin sadistically.

“Because it's fun.”

As his face falls, I push him away from me. I'm done talking. I want what I was promised. My teeth are at Mark's neck again, my body pushing down against him. He gasps involuntarily, trying to pull me away from him. But I can feel how half-hearted his efforts are. He wants me just as bad...