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I could suddenly see everything. My chest heaving. The memory washing over me.
"Saul! He was there. He carried me out of the car. Oh my god!" The gravel. It hurt my feet when he put me down. I was still barefoot. "Saul was there. He's the one..." My heart was pumping so hard, it might burst from my chest. Tears poured down my cheeks. "He's the one who stopped me. He held me against my will. I was screaming and crying. Fighting him. Trying to get to her."
“Yes baby, that’s it,” he murmured, his face hovering over mine. He grabbed my cheeks, forcing my eyes on him. “Saul killed her, plain and simple. You understand, baby girl?”
“Ye-es.” I still wasn’t sure.
He didn’t believe me. His expression darkened, his fingers clenching into my cheeks. “From this moment on, there will be no talk of it being your fault that Melanie is dead. People like him, Saul, feel no guilt—none—but he wants you to bathe in it. He uses your soft heart to manipulate and control you.” He breathed heavily, his eyes filled with passion and possession and anger. “But you’re not a victim. No more of that shit. You’re stronger and more savage than he is. Because you have someone worth fighting for—the people you love. Use that to your advantage. Let it fuel you. Take your life in your hands and destroy anything that gets in your way. You understand me, Summer?”
I nodded, eyes wide, lips parted, shaken by his words.
“Good,” he nodded. Scooting down, he gripped my hips and yanked. His mouth on my pussy. Lapping at my juices.
Laving over the pain, drawing out the orgasm. My stomach clenched, my breath hitched, ecstasy shooting through my legs, and arms, out my fingers and toes.
I was in the sky, the stars twinkling around me, floating and light.
He kissed and suckled until my heart slowed, my breathing calmed, then he kissed softly up my belly and to my mouth, kissing me slowly, languidly as he untied me.
Then I was in his arms, him cradling me, soothing me with his kisses, his whispered words, “Such a good, good girl. Now you know the truth.”
I could only lean against him, drained of all emotion. Feeling lightheaded and dizzy.
“Hold still,” he whispered, then disappeared. In a few minutes he’d undressed, except for a pair of black sweatpants, and handed me a bottle of fresh orange juice. “Drink this. All of it.”
I sat up, my world spinning, and drank, while he soothed a cool cream over my thighs and wrists. Taking care of me so gently.
“Lie down on your stomach,” he said, and began to massage me with an oil. He worked out the kinks in my neck, shoulders, and back. Then his fingers moved over my skin, caressing softly, until I felt like jelly. My eyes blinked sleepily as he peppered soft kisses up my back to my neck. And then he was massaging my head, kissing over my ear tenderly, at my temples.
“Rook?” I turned my head towards him.
“Mmm?”
“Did you just fuck me with a ruler?”
“Fuck,” he cursed, grinning with a mischievousness look in his eyes. He shook his head. “I couldn’t get that image out of my mind—when you told me about your teacher. I had to.”
My mouth dropped open in shock. “And you decided to fuck me with it?!”
His grin grew bigger.
“Goddamn!”
“Did you like it?” He asked, his voice vulnerable. He pressed his lips to my head, kissing it softly. “Did I hurt you?” He pulled me into his arms, holding me close.
“God no,” I said. “That was so hot.” I’d had no idea…what the hell…
“Come here,” he said, bundling the both of us together, wrapping us up in his feathered comforter. I was suddenly exhausted.
He held me close, my head against his warm chest. “I’m so proud of you, Summer.”
I smiled. Feeling so soft and warm and taken care of.
“Thank you,” I whispered, my eyelids drooping. “For everything.” It was so warm, so cozy, so…
Then a thought that made my eyes shoot open. “You.”
“What?”
