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“My mother found us like that, and she saw what she wanted to see.” She sighs. “Tyler’s family is important, and my parents were so easily manipulated by his facade. So it was an easy decision for my mother to turn me into some kind of harlot.”
“What about your father?”
“He prefers to keep the family matters internal, and if my mother didn’t mete out the punishment, he would have.”
I squeeze her arm softly. “He’s hit you?”
“Never. But his style of discipline might be worse.”
Her breathing is sporadic, and I sense her mind shutting down over that avenue, so I don’t press.
I choose a different tack. “Why would you deserve any of it, though? Your mother could have walked in on the boy balls deep in that gorgeous ass of yours, and it still wouldn’t warrant abuse.”
Her eyes widen at my crude words but the flush in her cheeks tells me she’s not upset.
I continue, “You didn’t want him to touch you, let alone fuck you. So I don’t understand.”
“That’s just it,” she murmurs.
“What is?”
“I did want it. I wanted that and more.” She pinches her eyes closed. “The reason it didn’t happen wasn’t because my dad caught us, but because Tyler was pushing for something I didn’t want with him. Not now and not then. But the fantasies I’ve had…they’re forbidden”—she shudders—“and definitely depraved. And instead of turning away, I’ve only fed them.”
I tilt her chin up and she opens her eyes, shame flooding her features.
“My mother wasn’t wrong when she called me a whore. In my mind that’s what I am.”
I shove aside my own twisted impulse that demands to know every dark desire she’s ever had.
My hands cup her warm cheeks. “The only person’s opinion that matters is your own—what you think of yourself. And right now, this misplaced guilt and shame is consuming you.” I shake my head solemnly. “Don’t let your mother’s pious teachings or your father’s influence decide who you are. Only you can do that.”
I smooth her furrowed brow. “But you also don’t have to decide now. All I know is this. Every part of you I’ve seen tonight is beautiful.”
My eyes drop to her lips and when she parts them on a silent inhale, I can’t help but trace her tempting mouth.
“If I was worthy of you, I’d worship you myself. But I’ll settle for a taste, and maybe my hunger to have the real you, especially the parts you want to erase, will replace some of your harsh thoughts.”
“What—”
I cut her off with a kiss.
She moans softly against my mouth and my cock hardens against my zipper. Her pillowy lips mold to mine and I pull her closer, wanting to feel her every curve. The kiss turns hungry, both of us lost to the wild need the meeting of our lips has sparked. Her hands curl around my neck and she tentatively threads her fingers through my hair.
My hold on her tightens, forcing a delicious exhale from her lungs. I take the opportunity to slide my tongue between her lips. She’s shy at first, but then our tongues are warring with each other, engaging in a passionate fight for control. My hands lower, slipping under the jacket I gave her earlier, but I keep her body close. One hand circles her waist while the other grabs a generous handful of her ass, pressing her up against my throbbing cock. Her moans spur me on while her red nails burrow into the skin of my neck.
I break the kiss before it goes too far. I release her, abruptly severing our connection and leaving us both panting and aching for round two.
“I should go,” I say huskily, repeating my earlier statement.
In a daze, she strips off my jacket and hands it back to me. The strap of her dress has fallen down her shoulder and I have to stop myself from asking “Can I see the rest?” like she did to me in the car.
“Good night, Kyra,” I say, my chest tightening as I turn away from her.
“Good night,” she responds, but I’m already out the door.
I’m shaken and my mind’s racing the entire drive to my apartment.
A kiss? What the hell was I thinking? I was playing with fire the whole night, thinking maybe one taste would get her out of my system. But instead, it set free every one of my darkest thoughts, and now I can’t stop picturing more with her.
