Julian Markham személy

“Lock your door at night, wildcat.”

“Why?”

White teeth flashed. A grin.

“Because of me.”

“What are you?” he asked. “Some kind of spirit sent to tempt me?”

“How can I help you then?” I said. His face, so close to mine, touching mine, made it impossible to breathe or even think normally. “Please tell me.”

Our noses touched and my breath hitched. That knot deep within me was burning and twisting, and I wanted to press closer to him, to touch him and slide my fingers against his wet skin.

He pulled back. “You can’t help me,” he said. “You can’t be what I need. Nobody can. I’ve learned that the hard way.”

“Miss Leavold.”

I turned, my heart pounding, both exhilarated and slightly terrified that my wish had been fulfilled. “I was just admiring your beautiful gardens.”

“I know. I was just admiring the woman admiring my gardens.”

“You are completely mine. Only mine. Your cunt and your lips and your heart—they belong to me.”

I wanted to hurt, I wanted to be miserable. I wanted to hate every moment that I wasn’t with her.

I would prove my devotion to Ivy by being the kind of man she didn’t think I could be. An honest one. A loving one.
But once I had her back, she’d better be prepared.

“Go to bed,” he said, his voice cold and hard. “Leave me.”

I hurried up the stairs, quickly shutting myself in my room, my breath still coming in erratic rhythms. But it wasn’t fear or regret that tugged at me. It was the memory of Mr. Markham’s thumb on my lips, of his eyes glittering in the dark.

Vigyázat! Felnőtt tartalom.

“Do you remember me saying that I had become a creature of needs after Violet’s death? I wasn’t exaggerating and I wasn’t joking. I’m accustomed to getting what I want. And I want you.”

“What’s wrong with that?” I managed to ask. “Why can’t we want one another?”

“You don’t understand what I mean. When I say that I want you, I don’t mean your company or your conversation. I don’t want to pine over you and write you poetry. I mean,” he pronounced carefully, “that I want to bend you over this sofa and slide inside of you. I mean that I want to pin you to the ground and watch you squirm as I drive into you over and over again. I mean that I want to spend my evenings watching your pretty little head bob up and down on my cock.”