March Ava - Bound 2 - Bound To Him by Ava March

Author:Ava March [March, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

The door snapped shut. The rapid thumps of Marsden’s footsteps faded until Vincent couldn’t hear anything but the sound of his heart beating, a quick harsh staccato against his ears.

He lurched forward, grabbed the brass knob, and then glanced down at himself. “Bloody hell!”

He couldn’t leave the apartments in only his trousers. But even if he were dressed,

what the hell was he thinking? That he’d chase Marsden down? And then what? They’d continue their argument on the street, for all of London to see? Letting out a growl of pure frustration, he slammed his fist into the wall. Why couldn’t Marsden be content with the way things were? Why did he have to demand so much of him?

“Goddamn it, Marsden! And why tonight?” He slammed his fist into the wall again, but all he got for his effort was smarting knuckles.

Gritting his teeth, he speared his fingers into his hair, gripped his skull tight. All the words Marsden had slung at him blended together to form a brutal riot in his head, until he couldn’t distinguish one word from another. Until his knees threatened to buckle under the sheer force of it.

Then Marsden’s parting words rose above the tangled, noxious mass. “Good-bye, Prescot.”

And all the fury and rage and frustration drained out of him, slumping his shoulders, leaving him beyond weary. His arms dropped limply to his sides.

He stood there -- for how long, he didn’t know -- his breaths coming in great pulling gasps, the rain beating on the windows.

Then he numbly turned from the door and trudged across the small parlor. He pulled the bottle of mediocre Bordeaux from the wicker basket and poured a glass. After downing the contents in two long swallows, he refilled the glass and went to the couch.

He flicked aside the newspapers on the cushions and sat down heavily. Resting his elbows on his knees, he cradled the glass in his hands and hung his head. Never in his life had he felt so powerless. So at a complete loss for how to right a situation. In the space of a couple hours, his neat, orderly life had spun completely out of control.

First his father and now this. And here he had thought everything was perfect between himself and Marsden. That they understood each other. That Marsden was happy with him.

Apparently not.

“I will do whatever you ask of me, without question, because I want to be with you.” Had Marsden only submitted to please him? Because he had been trying to mold himself into what Vincent desired and not because he wanted to?

No, no. Vincent pushed aside the anxiety and forced himself to think rationally. Over the years, he had been with enough men at that brothel to know the difference. Marsden had not been acting these past six months. No one could respond the way he did and not genuinely crave the give and take of their erotic games.

Vincent rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ease the tension there.

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