The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

You know how when you're told not to do something, it makes you want to do it

Well, Rixon's orders of not touching myself ended up with me in the shower, doing exactly what I'm not supposed to be doing.

I lean back against the shower tiles, my left hand splayed out, desperately reaching for something to hold onto whilst my right—hand rubs my clit in fast circles. I gasp sharply, feeling myself close to the edge. I close my eyes and picture Rixon's hands touching me instead of my own, it's been two days since I stayed at his house, and I miss his touch already.

I struggle to keep myself quiet as my orgasm hits, I fall forwards, catching myself with my free hand as my other one carries me through my orgasm. The aftershocks shiver through my body as I step back into the hot stream of water, washing away the evidence of my disobedience so Rixon doesn't find out, or maybe I want him to

After drying off and making myself presentable, I drive over to Myra's. I struggle to keep myself from fidgeting as I ring the doorbell and wait impatiently. I decided Myra would be the best person to tell first, because she knows Rixon well.

'Hey!' She smiles and steps aside for me to enter, we hug and make our way out to the garden, over to the table on the patio.

'Where's Naevia' I ask, wondering where her gorgeous daughter is today.

'My parents wanted some time with her,' Myra shrugs and gestures for me to sit down.

'How are you then' She asks whilst pouring me a cup of tea.

'I'm really good thanks,' I pause for a moment and steel myself for what I'm going to say next, best just to get it over with, 'Rixon's my mate by the way,' I tell her.

Shock is evident on Myra's face as she gawps at me, yet continues pouring the tea, which overspills from the cup into the saucer.

'What the fuck' She comments, slamming the teapot down and sitting back in her chair to stare at me.

'I know, I really should have told you girls, but the—' I'm cut off as I try to excuse myself.

'Yeah, you should have told us! How long have you known' She demands to know, and I brace myself for the lecture.

'Not long! I met him just before your barbeque,' I shrug, trying to alleviate the seriousness of the situation.

'That's ages!' Myra shouts and I wince.

'It's really not, Rixon is with Jayce now, he's telling him about us as well,' I mention and she scowls at me, turning her attention to mopping up the tea. I wait patiently, keeping quiet so she can take in what I've told her.

'Now I'm over the shock, tell me about you two, are you happy' She asks, and I'm glad to see she's smiling, not glaring, at me.

'Yeah, we're really happy,' I reply, hoping I don't blush, 'He's gorgeous and so sexy and ugh,' I groan, leaning my head back on the chair and throwing an arm over my forehead.

'Girl, you got it bad,' Myra shakes her head and sips her tea with amusement.

'I know I do, he's just so damn sexy, I swear I've been permanently turned on since I met him,' I sigh heavily, and Myra raises an eyebrow in disbelief.

'Seriously! I came in the shower this morning because I haven't seen him in two days, that's pathetic,' I comment, and she curls up her nose at me.

'TMI babe,' she replies, and I roll my eyes.

'Whatever just don't tell Rixon,' I smirk, thinking what would happen if he ever found out.

'Don't tell Rixon what' Rixon's voice sounds from behind me, and I freeze, all the hairs rising on my arms.

'Busted,' Myra whispers, an evil grin on her pretty face.

'Don't tell me what' Rixon asks slowly, coming up behind me and leaning down over my shoulder to look at me.

'Nothing,' I stutter, my heart fluttering as he narrows his onyx eyes at me.

'Myra, will you please excuse us for a moment' Rixon asks, before he lifts me up over his shoulder, again.

'Of course,' she smiles, and I glare at her.

'Traitor!' I shout as Rixon carries me into the house, past a bemused Jayce and up to the spare bedroom.

He sets me down and ominously shuts the door, turning to face me with hard eyes whilst crossing his arms over his chest. With his bulging muscles and feet spread more than a shoulder—width apart, he's a force to be reckoned with.

Although I'd quite like to reckon with him.

'Come on Lexi, share,' he prompts me, and I chew my bottom lip nervously. I finally gather the nerve to look him in the eye, my eyes widen in surprise as I spot some new piercings, a bar in his right eyebrow and an industrial in his left ear.

'Shit, that makes you look even hotter,' the words stumble out before I can stop them and Rixon smirks at me. He knows how much I love piercings, he got them knowing I'd love them.

'Don't think that changing the subject is going to get you out of this, Lex,' he says, and I scowl.

'I was telling Myra that I made myself come this morning,' I mutter, looking down at my hands, twisting my fingers anxiously. When he doesn't say anything, I glance up to find him staring at me with a burning gaze and devilish smile.

'What are we going to do about that, hm' He asks, but I get the feeling the question is rhetorical. He takes a large step towards me, and I back up against the wall.

I wondered before if he has an interest in BDSM, he hinted at it during our first night together. From the predatory look in his eyes, I'm not left wondering anymore. He definitely enjoys being the dominant one.

'I'm sure you'll think of something,' I reply apprehensively, licking my lips and swallowing hard.

'I can think of about five things off the top of my head,' he muses, and my eyes widen further.

'Five' I ask weakly, my voice quiet and shaky.

He pauses for a moment, as if considering something, 'Seven actually,' he adds as he steps forwards and closes the gap between us.

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