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Her silky hair hung around her shoulders, slightly covering her round perky breasts.
My throttle marks stood out on her neck, and she had one smooth leg crossed over the other. She was completely unabashed by her nudity. It seemed the only thing that fazed her were those fucking scars. Though, even now, she was comfortable in her perfect imperfection.
She was the very essence of beauty. It was so wrong for her to be near a man like me. I wanted to burn those scars from her body, and then take a scalpel and mark her as my own. Her beautiful skin would look lovely, coated with a bit of red.
Forcing my less than noble thoughts to the back of my mind, I continued to feed her for fifteen minutes before she finally shook her head and said she was done. I brought the cup of water to her mouth and helped her drink. After throwing everything in the trash, I took her hand again and led her back into my bedroom.
From the way Willow’s body trembled when I ran my hand over her ass, she was still aching for release. After settling her into my bed, I placed my hand between her legs and pushed my index and middle finger into her cunt.
“Hands,” I warned. She quickly retracted and balled them up by her sides. It didn’t take long before she was trying to fight the inevitable onslaught of pleasure. I wanted to lose myself inside her for the rest of the night, but I needed her to beg for it. My thumb went to her clit, and I pushed into her further.
“Oh,” she squirmed, trying to run from her climax. I moved up and pinned her down with one arm, continuing to fuck her with my fingers.
Her pussy gripped me; her arousal ran down my hand. I loved the way her lips parted, her breath caught, and the soft moans spilled from her mouth.
She fascinated me in ways I couldn’t understand. Right before she came, I pressed my mouth to hers and caught her shattered scream.
The why irrelevant, I silently promised I would never let her go. I would set her free from the painful memories holding her hostage. Then, we would make new ones.
The only pain I wanted her to know was from me.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
. Why can’t I find out anything about you? I stared at the picture of Willow, sliding it back in my suit jacket when Ivan opened the back door of the Range, so Sophia climbed in.
Any other time she got in a car, she’d have a dick in her mouth before her ass hit the seat. However, I wasn’t here for her exceptional mouth skills, and I never touched my own merchandise.
“Tell me all you know.” I got straight to the point. I hated wasting my time and pussyfooting around. Sophia thought I was merely helping Seth Borgia search for her friend. She had no idea I had her in my home. Her icy blue eyes met mine, and she nodded.
“She doesn’t really talk about her past. I–”
“If I came all the way over here for you to tell me something I already know, we’re going to have a problem,” I glared at her.
Sophia audibly swallowed, holding up a hand to placate me. “She lost her family, and then her dad, err Seth, showed up and took her in.”
“Family. How big? How small?” It wasn’t much, but it was more than Seth had divulged. Ugly rat bastard was keeping secrets. I couldn’t wait to tear his spine out of his back.
“Mom, stepdad, sister…I don’t know much about them.” Sophia chewed on her lip and looked at me.
Stepfather. Was that who Seth was protecting her from? Was that who had marked her? That thought made my blood boil. I paid Sophia for her short, but useful time, and immediately started making phone calls.
“You need to keep a clear head, my friend. We’ve come too far to fuck it all up now,” Enrique, my consigliere and first cousin, advised. He was right, I knew he was. His opinion was the only one I valued outside of Jax’s.
I sipped my drink and glanced around Vanity, wondering where the fuck Seth was. The bartender, one of my solider’s sisters, kept trying to get my attention. So far, she’d flashed her nipple rings, bent over in front of me, and kept giving me fuck me eyes.
I’d done that twice already. I was no longer interested. There wasn’t anything I hated more than vanilla sex and bullshit. My phone buzzed. Seeing my brother’s name, I swiped my thumb across the screen and made sure it wasn’t on speaker.
“I got her,” was all he said before hanging up, but not before I heard the muffled yells in the background. That explained why Seth was late. Both his girls were now missing. He didn’t suspect a thing amiss on our end. Jax was technically in Vegas, balls deep in his ex-wife. It was impossible for him to have taken Abigail.
