MARCELLUS
Nora is looking at me like she's deciding whether to kiss me or kill me. I think I'm addicted to that expression of hers.
Holding her gaze, I down the entire juice and set the glass down with a soft click.
Nothing happens.
I smirk. "Still alive, love. Disappointed?"
Her eyes narrow, but there's a spark of amusement in them. She rocks her hips slowly, grinding her heat against my already hard c**k. I hiss through my teeth as she presses down just right, making me swell even more.
"If I find out that you really did mess with me," she whispers, leaning in so her lips brush my ear, "you'll be in big trouble."
I groan, my hands flying to her hips, gripping them hard as I thrust up against her, chasing the friction.
Every f*****g time she's around me, I get horny like a bloody
