Page 26 of Filthy Truth


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Anger flared in her eyes. “You don’t have to downplay it around me. I’m not your brothers, Conor. I’m not your Da. I’m—”

“What are you, Star?” I half-growled, wanting her to say the word. Needing her to say it.

“Yours.” Her chin tipped up, the gesture defiant. “If I do something to trigger you, then I won’t do it again—”

“I didn’t give you permission to trigger me,” I pointed out. “I gave you permission to touch me. There’s a difference.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Are we splitting hairs?”

“No,” I said around a laugh, my irritation immediately fading. “We’re not. The latter is what happens in an adult relationship. The former is when you’re living with a rapist. I’m not your ex-husband.”

“You’re nothing like him,” she ground out, jerking upright as if my words infuriated her. “You’d never do anything that he did.”

“Well, then, you know you’re in safe hands,” I commented with ease, wanting to calm her down when I’d inadvertently agitated her.

She frowned at me, repeating, “You’d never do what he did.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“So never compare yourself in any way to him again. He wasn’t my ‘ex-husband.’ He was my jailor. He was—”

“Where’s Kat?” I asked, breaking into her tirade.

“She said she was going to ask Aoife for breakfast. Kat wakes up earlier than the larks. It’s a cruel twist of fate seeing as I’m a night owl. Not even the Army broke me out of that habit.”

I slid the backs of my fingers across her cheek. “This part of the house is an annex.”

“I know. Why do you think I was coming onto you?”

“Just checking that you were comfortable.”

She hummed. “I am.”

“Did you enjoy killing him?”

What could only be described as malevolent glee exploded into being behind her eyes. I recognized it because I’d seen it often in Da’s when he’d been having fun that involved blood spatter and screams.

“Hans?”

I nodded.

“It was satisfying. It was even more satisfying getting away from him. I’d do it again.”

“I know you would,” I drawled, amused that she felt as if she had to say that. Stroking away a couple locks of hair that tumbled into her face, I tucked them behind her ear. “That’s what I can do now you’ve given permission for me to touch you,” I informed her, returning to stroking her cheek with my thumb, watching as, cat-like, she angled her face deeper into the caress. “We learn boundaries as we go, hmm?”

She glanced at me from the corner of her eye then twisted her head so that I wasn’t touching her anymore. Before my hand could drop, her lips were around my thumb and my nostrils flared as the hot heat of her mouth collided with it.

I watched as she slid all the way down it then suckled the tip before nipping it.

“That was how I wanted to wake you up,” she whispered breathily, her pupils dilated.

Eyes narrowed, I rumbled, “Then I would have been in heaven because your lips on my skin is paradise, but around my cock is…” Speechless and without an appropriate word, I hitched a shoulder.

She smirked at me before returning to my abs where she’d been tracing her tongue between the divots upon my waking up.

Maintaining eye contact with me, she continued her original trajectory, her fingers tucking in the waistband of my sweatpants I’d borrowed from Finn and dragging them lower until my dick was free.

“No boxer briefs?” she rasped, on eye level with my cock now.

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