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“No, I’m not,” she says quietly. “I’m no one. I’m nobody’s business.”
I can tell she means it. That she’s used to being used and overlooked. Used to not mattering.
Something about that vulnerability in her calls to something in me.
I don’t know what it is, but it makes my jaw clench so hard that my teeth grind together. It makes the violent beast that lives inside my chest scratch against the walls of my ribcage, snarling to be let out. Reaching up, I press my fingers just beneath the cut near her eye.
“You’re wrong about that,” I murmur gruffly. “This right here? That’s my business.” My hand moves to another small bruise on her neck, a dark pink spot that could’ve come from a finger or a thumb digging into her skin. “This? My business.” I drag my fingers lower, to a spot on her chest just above where the towel is wrapped around her. “So is this.”
She drags in a breath, her chest rising toward my fingers, and I lower my face a little, my eyes bouncing between hers as my voice turns even harder.
“Someone hurts you? Someone touches you? That’s my fucking business.”
A quiet noise comes from Willow’s throat, her lips parting. The beast inside me roars at the sight, hungry for sex, violence, or both. She lifts her head off the pillow a little, bringing her face closer to mine, and something between us snaps.
Our lips meet, and I kiss her hard, fury and pent up desire raging inside me. A small gasp escapes her, and I swallow it up, instinct taking over as I balance myself on one hand, letting the other roam over her body. I drag my palm over her chest, grabbing roughly at her tits through the towel, groaning against her mouth when I feel the hard nubs of her nipples getting stiffer.
Willow moans for me, the sound soft and breathy. Her back arches, pressing her even closer, and I’m drowning in the scent of her arousal and her own natural fragrance.
It’s light and floral, edged with something sharper, darker. Herneed.
It’s impossible to ignore.
Fuck, I need to know what she tastes like.
Ever since the day I stopped by to see her in her classroom, I haven’t been able to get the fucking taste of her out of my head. I need to know what it’s like when it’s not tinged with the taste of my own skin as I lick her off my fingers. It’s like a drug, and I want the purest version of it.
When I pull back with a growl, Willow gasps. Her cheeks are flushed red and her lips are kiss bruised. She looks like she’s been wrecked already, and I just got started.
Following the call of the savage instinct that urges me on, I move down her body, grabbing her ankles and pulling her down the bed until her legs are hanging over the edge, bent at the knees. I get her right where I want her, then I yank off the towel I just wrapped her in, throwing it on the floor.
Willow gasps, and I’m glad I didn’t bother trying to wrangle her into panties before.
It makes it easier to see her pussy, pretty and pink and already starting to get wet.
She makes a motion like she’s going to try to cover herself, but I move before she can, grabbing her thighs and wrenching them open. That makes her breath catch, and I glance up at her as I kneel between her legs.
“Did he touch you here,Solnyshka?”
She bites her lip, her chest heaving as she stares at me down the line of her naked body. “No. A little. He tried, but…”
Her words are like gasoline poured on the flame of my rage, and a cascade of violent, brutal thoughts rush through my head. My voice is like sandpaper when I speak again.
“He’ll pay for that. He shouldn’t have done it. Do you want me to kiss you and make it better?”
The sound that comes from her as she registers my question goes straight to my cock, making it jerk against the tight constraints of my pants. I canseethe way her pussy clenches, see the little gush of wetness that squeezes from her tight hole.
She doesn’t answer with words, but when I shift my gaze back to her face, her chin dips downward once, her bottom lip trapped tightly between her teeth. That’s enough to break the chain holding back my beast.
Keeping a firm grip on her thighs, I bury my face between her legs and start going down on her. I go slow at first, dragging my tongue along her folds from her clit down to her entrance.
But that’s not good enough.
My fingers dig into her thighs, holding her open as I start to lick her faster. The rough texture of her scars feels different beneath my fingertips, and I run my thumbs over them, wondering if she can feel it more intensely in those patches or not at all.
I hope she can feel it. I want her to feel fucking everything.
I feel like I’m starving, so fucking hungry for her. The taste of her pussy fills my mouth, and her scent is thick in the back of my throat, but it’s still not good enough. I fucking need this. Needmore.
