Page 17 of Savagely Scarred

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“I think I have a right to be when I can make you call out to God like you’re searching for redemption.”

I stand and throw my wrapper in the trashcan next to the bench, purposely placing my ass in his view. When I turn to face him, his darkened eyes are roaming back up my body to meet mine.

I grin. “And yet… I’m the one bringing you to your knees."

He grunts and smacks my ass before standing to tower over me. Gripping my chin, he tilts it up toward him.

“Home. Shower. I’ll gladly drop to my knees.”

“While that sounds positively wonderful, Ava and I are going out.”

“Is she forcing you to go shopping?” He smiles, knowing how much I hate the task.

“Yes.” I roll my eyes, and he punishes me by pinching my ass. A habit that he hates and has been trying to break me of.

“Might I remind you that your panty supply is dwindling.”

“Maybe it wouldn’t be if someone would stop ripping them off of me.” I poke him in the chest.

He jerks me against his hard body and murmurs against my jaw near my ear, “I have no patience when it comes to you. The quicker I can bury my fingers, face or cock into you, the better.”

It technically wasn’t a lie.

I am with Ava.

But we are not going shopping. Although, we might need to swing by a store quickly on the way home. Sage insisted we had enough time before Ava showed up and proceeded to shred another pair of panties to ‘save time.’

He then dropped to his knees in the shower and made me come on his face. Twice.

“Earth to Olivia.”

My knuckles are turning white from how hard I’m gripping the steering wheel. The huge metal gate comes back into focus in front of me. Ava grips my shoulder.

“You don’t have to do this,” she assures.

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Yes, I do.”

The guard approaches my window and I roll it down.

“Trevor Calloway.”

He checks his list on the clipboard and nods. “Follow the signs.” Once he’s back inside the guard shack, he opens the gate.

I forcefully blow out the air I had been holding in before proceeding through the entrance to the prison. I follow the signs like the guard told me to until I park in the proper spot.

Time stands still while I muster up the courage to get out of the car.

“Do you want me to come in with you?”

“No. I’ll be okay.” I give her a reassuring smile.

Once I’m inside the prison and through the security check point, a prison guard escorts me back a long hallway toward the visitation room. I play with my lotus ring nervously.

I haven’t seen Trevor since the basement at the cabin. I thought about coming to visit him multiple times for some closure. But I could never bring myself to do so.

The massive room is much brighter than the rest of the drab building. Floor to ceiling windows allow ample light into the space. Round metal tables and chairs fill the room. Only a few of them are occupied with inmates dressed in orange and family members across from them.