Maximus

“I don’t want you to,” she snapped.

But I could see the storm behind her eyes.

She was a liar.

She wanted me to mark her. I could smell it on her skin, taste it on her breath.

But I couldn’t give her the satisfaction.

Not yet, anyway.

Marking her would mean surrender. And if I surrendered now, I’d never stop. I’d bury myself in her and never come up for air. It would put a dent in my plan of revenge.

So I stepped back. And ...