Ménage à Text

Elisa always seemed to come back to Mark's apartment. He had the right combination of trustworthiness and meanness that let him take her to the dark places she wanted to go. But when he finds out about her new love interest will his jealousy push him too far?

Excerpt:
“It’s private.” She wanted to yell it but it came out a choked little whisper.

She wanted to tell him this was too personal, this wasn’t part of their game, but her body throbbed at the intrusion and she knew he loved it.

His fingers snaked into her hair, closed on it and pulled. Elise let out a high whine as she pulled up the text.

“Ow! Wait, okay!” She paused — this was something different, there was a weird line that she couldn’t put her finger on. Mark’s hand tightened in her hair.

“I really…” She swallowed, her throat felt like it was closing — “enjoyed kissing you that night. Hopefully I…” His hand tensed in her hair, she felt individual strands being pulled out. “Hopefully we’ll get to do more of that next time.”

Mark’s laugh was a slow rumble. She could feel it on the back of his legs, the slight vibration of his body as he chuckled. Her face was hot and her hands were sweaty.

“Is he a nice boy? Is he going to bring you flowers?”

Elise tried to squirm away. “Shut up.”

Mark took her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back.

“Is he gunna be your boyfriend?” Mark stretched out the word like a playground chiding.

“Shut up, shut up,” she cried.