Page 161 of The Wicked

I knew exactly what to do to get myself back in control. The only massive turn-off I could ever get was the sight of myself.

Not the best method, but I needed to start thinking with my head and not my—

The door opened, drawing my attention from the mirror to the last person I needed in my presence right now.

The witch wore a sly smile as she closed the door behind her and leaned on it, both hands behind her in an innocent pose, bottom lip tucked under her teeth.

I clenched my jaw; the sight of her tightened the knot in my chest, and the strain in my pants.

Control.

Control, Marino.

She released her bottom lip, drawing my attention to its flush redness.

“Hi there,” she said with a taunting smile, her eyes flickering to my crotch and back to me. “Got anything I could help you with?”

“No. Get out.”

Her smile drew up as she leaned away from the door, twirling left and right with hands behind her as she walked towards me.

“You don’t really mean that,” she said.

“Get out, Zahra; this is the men’s washroom,” I said, my eyes flickering to the door, knowing anyone could walk in at any second.

“I don’t mind.” She smiled.

“I mind,” I gritted out.

Instead of leaving, she advanced towards me.

“Leave, Zah—”

She pressed her palm flat on my chest.

Her touch charged warmth down my stomach, straight to my cock. I wanted her to touch me. But not here… not here.

Her eyes were bright with lust, and seduction, embodied with a dark pull that made her pupils dilate. I was 100 percent positive I mirrored the desire on her face, but this wasn’t—

Her hand ran down my chest, down to the hard ridges of my stomach. My muscles tensed against her purposeful exploration.

I swallowed.

“Leave, Zahra.”

“No.”

Her hand glided up from my stomach to my chest in defiance as she brushed past my shoulders, and then I felt her fingers smooth past the side of my face before burying themselves inside my hair.

I bit back the hum of relief from her soft touch against my scalp.

She massaged gently, eyes searching between mine. “Let mekiss you.” Her voice at this moment could be compared to that of a siren song, compelling men to do her bidding.

Control… control.

“No,” I said.

Her gaze flickered to my lips as she pressed her body to mine. “But I want to.”