Forbidden Fling

chapter 6

📖 **Forbidden Fling: Chapter 6

Marcus’s grip on her wrist was firm, but not painful, his thumb brushing over her pulse as if he could feel the fear and anger racing beneath her skin.

“Let me go,” Aurora snapped, trying to pull back, but he didn’t move.

“Not until you understand how dangerous this is.”

Her eyes burned as she glared up at him, her hair spilling over her shoulders, her lips trembling even as she tried to keep them steady. “I don’t need you to protect me.”

“Yes, you do,” he shot back, his eyes dark, voice low and tight. “You think I don’t know what he did to you? What he’s capable of? You think I would let him anywhere near you?”

“I can handle him,” she lied, her voice breaking on the last word.

Marcus’s jaw clenched, his hand moving to cup her cheek, forcing her to look at him. “No, Aurora. You don’t have to handle him alone.”

She hated the way her heart reacted to the softness in his voice, the way her body leaned into his touch even as her mind screamed to pull away.

“I’m not yours to save,” she whispered, her breath shaky.

His eyes dropped to her lips, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip, sending heat spiraling through her chest. “Aren’t you?”

Her resolve cracked, a soft sound escaping her lips as he lowered his mouth to hers, brushing it softly, testing, waiting for her to pull away.

She didn’t.

His kiss was slow, deep, consuming, pulling her under like a wave she couldn’t fight. Her hands clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer, needing the heat of him, the weight of him, the way he made her feel like she wasn’t broken.

He backed her against the wall, his hands gripping her thighs, lifting her effortlessly until her legs wrapped around his waist, their mouths never breaking as his tongue slid against hers, tasting, claiming.

A soft moan escaped her as his hand slipped under her shirt, fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the softness of her stomach, moving higher until his thumb brushed against her n****e, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

“Marcus,” she gasped against his lips, her head falling back as his mouth moved to her neck, biting, sucking, leaving marks she wouldn’t be able to hide.

“Say you want me,” he growled against her skin, his hands gripping her hips, grinding her against the hard length of him through his slacks.

She shouldn’t. She couldn’t.

But the words slipped out before she could stop them. “I want you.”

His hands moved to her waistband, unbuttoning her jeans, sliding them down just enough to slip his fingers beneath the lace of her panties, finding her wet, ready for him.

“f**k, Aurora,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against hers as his fingers slid through her slick heat, finding her c**t and rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made her hips buck against his hand.

She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders, her breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure built inside her, tight and hot, threatening to consume her.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and her eyes fluttered open, meeting his dark gaze.

“Let go for me.”

His thumb pressed harder, faster, and she shattered, a cry leaving her lips as her body shook, waves of pleasure crashing through her, leaving her breathless and trembling in his arms.

He kissed her, swallowing her moans, his hand still moving, drawing out every last tremor until she was limp against him, her forehead pressed against his, their breaths mingling.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were soft, his hand brushing her hair from her face. “I’m not letting him hurt you.”

She wanted to believe him. God, she wanted to.

But as he lowered her to the ground, pulling her jeans back up, fixing her shirt, she couldn’t ignore the fear still clawing at her chest.

Liam was out there.

And no matter how much she wanted to be Aurora with Marcus, she was still Candice, still running, still hiding.

She stepped back, creating space between them, her eyes dropping to the floor. “I have to go.”

“Aurora—”

“Don’t follow me,” she whispered, turning and walking away, leaving him standing there, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes burning into her back as she disappeared into the shadows of the club.

Outside, the night was cold, the air sharp against her heated skin as she pulled her jacket tighter around her, her breath fogging in the darkness.

She pulled out her phone, her fingers shaking as she checked for messages.

Nothing.

But it didn’t matter.

Because she knew it was only a matter of time before Liam found her.

And this time, she didn’t know if she could run fast enough to escape him.