Wicked Ugly Bad (A Kinda Fairytale) (16 page)

“Bullshit. 
That’s not what this is about.  You’re just afraid of me.”

“I
am not!”

“Prove
it.”

She
hesitated.  “Prove it how?”

“Come
here and let me show you that you’re mine.”  His tone was pure temptation.

“Forget
it!”  When True Loves slept together, it was supposed to be more
explosive
than between ordinary people.  Scarlett wasn’t sure she believed that, but she
also wasn’t willing to test the theory for herself…

Although
it would explain why kissing Marrok had been so incredible.

Shit.

“Obviously,
sex would be
your
solution, but I’m interested in more important things.” 
She tried to ignore the traitorous part of her body that was deeply interested
in seeing just how “explosive” it would be with him.  Her alleged True Love was
amazing, astonishingly, addictively gorgeous.  She found herself just gazing at
him for a beat, imagining… Bad things.

“I
can be about more than just sex.”  He told her.

“I
know you
can
, but you seem to resist it.”

“I’m
not the one resisting.”  He dropped his voice.  “Come on.  I promise it’ll be
fun.”

Shit!

Scarlett
forced herself to glance away from the pretty.  “No!  Look, if we’re True Loves
--and I’m not saying we are-- but
if
we were somehow bound to each
other, obviously we’d have to,” she made a frustrated hand gesture, “undo this.”

Marrok’s
expression became unreadable.  “Ya think so?”

“Yes! 
It would be the only option.”

“We’d
both have to agree in order to break a True Love bond.”

“Right.” 
She nodded, feeling desperate.  What in the world would she do with the
handsomest, Baddest man in the Four Kingdoms as her True Love?  …Besides ravish
him.  Shit, shit,
shit!
  “We could both just agree to break it.”  It was
a fairly simple legal process.

“No,
we couldn’t.”

“Yes,
we could!  We’d need to go before a wizard and sign a sacred scroll, but…”

“Let
me rephrase:  I
won’t
agree.”  Marrok stipulated flatly.  “It will
never. fucking. happen.”  He carefully spaced each word.  “I will stay in this
cell and die, before I part with you.”

Scarlett
blinked.  “You’re kidding.”

“Do
I sound like I’m kidding?”

No,
he didn’t.  Marrok sounded more serious than she’d ever heard him.  Scarlett
stared at him, feeling lost.  “Why?  You don’t want
me
.”  He could have
anyone.

“I’ve
done every crazy thing you’ve asked, because I want you! 
You’re
the one
who isn’t happy about the True Love thing, not me.  As far as I’m concerned,
you and I are
married
already.”  He snorted.  “But that kinda puts a
kink in your plans to be Mrs. Prince Charming, doesn’t it?  Is that the
problem?”

“You
have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t
I?”

“
No.
”

He
arched a brow.  “So you gonna give up on that glass slipper, then?”

“Oh
my God!”  Scarlett threw her hands up.  “I am so sick of that dumb slipper!”

“Then,
give it to Cinderella and let her keep that asshole prince.  I know he’s got a
castle and a hell of a pumpkin patch, but he’s not your True Love.  I don’t
give a shit if your foot fit his shiny shoe, you don’t belong with Charming.”

Scarlett
ran a hand through her hair.  “You don’t understand.”

“Red,
I’m the only one who
does
understand.”  He arched a brow.  “Believe me. 
I was surprised by this, too.  Good/Bad pairings don’t happen very often.  I
certainly didn’t think one would happen to
me
.  You’re freaking out about
it and I can relate.  Take some time to adjust and…”

She
cut him off.  “Maybe I’m freaking out because we’re locked in this stupid
cell.”  She gestured to the algae covered rock walls.  “Just concentrate on
escaping and not this crazy theory of yours, alright?”

Marrok
sighed.  “I’ll get us out of here, if you promise to think about what I’ve
said.”

Like
she could think about anything else.  Scarlett crossed her arms over her
chest.  “You know how to get us out of this cell?  Seriously?”

“Yep.”

“How?”

“I
need to whisper it in your ear.”  He explained gravely.  “Spies, again.”

She
cast a skeptical look around the tiny room.  “You think spies are hiding in
here?  Where?  In the bucket?”

“Can’t
be too careful.”  He crooked a finger, beckoning her closer.  “Come here.  I
promise it’ll only hurt for a second.”

She
firmed her jaw.  “
Fine.
”  Marrok was still sitting on the floor, so she
marched over and crouched down in front of him.  “What’s your brilliant plan?” 
She asked in an exaggerated stage-whisper.

Marrok
leaned forward and caught hold of her wrist.  “Closer, baby.  They’ll hear.” 
He tugged her towards him and somehow she wound up straddling his lap.

It
was all his doing.  She’d
hardly
moved at all.

Scarlett
let out a shaky sigh as she found herself pressed against him.  God, he felt
wonderful between her thighs.  She started mentally listing all the reasons why
this was a terrible idea.  “So, tell me about your plan.”  She asked, trying
not to notice how stunning he was in close-up.

“I’d
rather
show
you my plan.”  His teeth nipped her lobe and she jolted.

“I
said no sex.”

“Making
out isn’t sex.  It’s innocent fun.”

Scarlett’s
eyes drifted closed as his tongue touched her ear.  “You’re such a jackass.”

“I
really am.”  He pulled her down so she was seated firmly against his huge
erection.  “Christ, very, very soon, I’m going to taste very inch of your skin until
I’m drunk on you.”

Scarlett
swallowed.  “Your real problem is your lack of confidence.”

“My
real problem is my lack of
you
.”  His lips found her throat.  “I’m
working on fixing it.”

“That
is the stupidest line…”  She trailed off with a gasp as his mouth trailed along
her skin.  “You’re not even
trying
to concentrate on our getaway, are
you?”

“Sure,
I am.  You just make it hard.  You make
me
hard.”  He kissed her jaw.  “And
it doesn’t count as a stupid line if it’s true.”

Scarlett
instinctively undulated against him, because it
was
true.  He was so big
and so… “Oh God.”  Marrok angled her hips with his hands so he was pressed
against a
really
pleasant spot.  Even through two pairs of sweat pants,
she could feel the heat of him.  “I’m not having sex with you in a dungeon.” 
She warned breathlessly.

“So
you’ve said.”

“Because
I really mean it.”

Marrok’s
mouth curved at her weak tone.  “How about when we get out of the dungeon?”

“We’d
have to actually
get
out of the dungeon, first, and it doesn’t seem to
be happening.”

“That
didn’t sound like a ‘no.’”

Oh
shit…

He
was moving against her and she was losing track of why she should be stopping
it.  Marrok shifted her again and Scarlett sighed in surrender.  It had been a
miserably day… month… longer.  It felt like heaven to be held by this man.  Her
body was burning for him.

“When’s
the last time you came really hard, baby?”  He rocked her against him more
firmly.

“I
don’t know.”  She bit her lower lip and, despite herself, hoped he was about to
offer to fix that.  “A long time.”

He
liked that answer.  “Not since you’ve been in here?”

“No!
 Of course not.”  He should know that.  Since she’d arrived in the WUB Club,
Marrok had consumed all her non-escape specific attention.  Even when she was
busily hating him, she was still focused on the wolf.  “Who would I sleep with in
this place besides you?”

He
smiled at that phrasing.  “Yourself?”

“Oh.” 
She blinked.  “No, there are cameras in all the rooms.”  Or there
had
been before they torched the security office.

“I
didn’t let that stop me from having a real nice time fantasizing about
you
.”

She
swallowed.  “I guess I’m more particular about having an audience.”

“Well,
luckily, I make a really
good
audience.”  He tugged the drawstring tie
of her sweatpants loose, his gaze locked on hers.

Scarlett
stared back at him, her breathing getting choppier as she understood what he
wanted.  “I can’t!”  But, Christ, it was so temptingly Bad.

“I
consider you the brains of the operation, Red, but I’m going to have to
disagree with you on that one.”  He leaned forward to brush his lips against
hers.  His tongue slipped into her mouth and her desire spiked even higher.  “I
bet you
can
.”

“Not
in front of anyone…”  She trailed off with a whimper as he caught hold of her
wrist, drawing it down.

“Don’t
worry.”  He crooned.  “Even Good girls can be a little wicked with their True
Loves.”

“I
wish you’d stop saying that.”

“But,
it’s true.  You’re mine.”

Scarlett
hesitated, her brows coming together.  She’d meant calling her Good.  In that
moment, it hadn’t even occurred to her to object about the True Love thing. 
Before she could figure out what that meant, his hand led hers passed the
waistband of her pants and between her legs.

She
gasped as his fingers spread over hers, pressing her hand against her own weeping
core.  “I can’t.”  She protested.  “I need...”  She tried to think, passion
clouding her brain.  She was still certain she couldn’t pull this off herself,
but she had to have relief.  “You do it.”  She offered frantically.  “You do it
for me.”

He
let out a hissing breath as she spread her legs wider.  “Oh, I
will
,
baby.”  He kissed her again, more wild than before.  “Later.  Right now, I want
you to show me.”  He moved his hand on top of hers, guiding her motions. 
“That’s it.  Nice and deep.”

Oh
God
, it felt sooo good and… Bad.  How else would it feel with this man?

There
was so way to fight the tidal wave of desire that swamped her system.  Christ,
what had he done to her?  Scarlett’s eyes closed tight and her forehead dropped
forward onto his shoulder.  She began rotating her hand herself, her body
growing languid.

“That’s
my Good girl.”  He kept his fingers over hers, but he was no longer directing
them.  He was just feeling her move.  “You like that?”  He nuzzled her hair.

She
nodded against his chest, more turned on than she’d ever been.

“Tell
me how it feels.”

“Tight.”

“Oh,
I know you’re going to be tight.”

“No,
I mean…”  She licked her lower lip.  “Everything feels so hot and tight.  I
need…”

“Not
yet, baby.  Let me watch for a minute.”

She
swallowed hard and did what he wanted.  For a long moment, she just sat on his
lap and let him watch her.  In the quiet room, all she heard was their mixed
breathing and the rustle of their clothes.  She’d never experienced anything so
erotic.  Her free hand came up to grip his shirtfront, hanging on, trying to
postpone the inevitable.  Her eyes opened, sightless and desperate, her fingers
moving faster.  There was no way she could last for much longer.

“
Marrok.
”

He
didn’t take pity on her suffering.  “I like hearing you cry my name.  You
thinking about me?”

“Y-yes.” 
She said on a shudder.  Technically, he’d only touched her hand, but he might
as well have been lodged tightly inside of her.  It was all him.

“Every
time I come, I’m thinking about you, Letty.”

She
moaned, so close.

“Six
weeks and you didn’t let me near you.  It was just me and my fist.  Maybe I
like seeing the tables turn.”

“I’m
sure… you like seeing… a lot… of things, right now.”

“You
are a very pretty sight.”  He murmured.

Scarlett
raised her eyes to his and saw his expression was tight with desire.  “Please.” 
She begged.

“Please
what?  Tell me what you want.”

“Touch
me.”  Although it nearly killed her, she slipped her palm from under his.  His
skin grazed her swollen flesh and her whole body arched.  “
Oh
.”  Her
hips moved on his hand, needing him deeper.  “Please touch me, Marrok.”

“Fuck
yes.”  His fingers pressed inside of her, stretching her.  He brushed against
some magical place and whispered, “Come for me, baby.”

She
was so starved for him that was all it took.  Scarlett’s eyes went wide as she…
exploded.  “Marrok!”