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“I was worried about you,” he starts. I raise an eyebrow. “I might have overreacted, but I was shocked. Normally the men I have to beat up for my brother and cousins come out looking like that, not the women I sleep with.”
I scrunch up my face. “I don’t want to hear about the other women you have in your bed.”
“Not in my bed,” he says. “In the club.”
“Whatever,” I snap, a little too sharply. Why is it bothering me so much? I take a deep breath and try to regulate all of these confusing feelings. “I have a condition that means I bruise easily. You made it very clear you aren’t agentle man, and I was okay with that. I knew I’d come away with bruises. I can handle it.”
He nods his head, weighing my words and absorbing them before saying, “I get that, but it was still awful for me to realise I’d done that to you. You are beautiful, perfect even, and I marked you.”
“Okay, I’m not perfect, just to get that cleared up, but thank you for the compliment. And have you even considered that maybe I wanted you to mark me? Maybe I wanted to feel like a real woman for the first time in my life instead of a fragile piece of…”
Danielo
I raise an eyebrow, wondering what word she is going to describe herself as. But she just trails off and shakes her head.
“It’s been one thing after another all my life. I just wanted to feel like a man could be attracted to me.”
I snort. “I can guarantee men are attracted to you, Sienna. Which feels like a bit of a problem to me.”
“Right, but the minute they see any bruises, they freak out like giant wimps.” She cocks an eyebrow and I grin at her sass.
“Can I take you out sometime?” I finally ask. “If you’d like to see me again I mean, I get it if you don’t.” I reflectively wave a finger at my face.
“You’re kidding,” she says. “Your scars bother you?”
I shrug. “They give a good impression in my line of work. People generally don’t fuck around with me, but with women, well, women generally find me terrifying.”
She rounds the countertop and rests her fingertips against my arm. “I don’t think you’re terrifying,” she says as she stands on her tiptoes and kisses me lightly on the corner of my mouth.
She still smells like a combination of our scents. Her light vanilla and my muskiness combined with the detergent I wash my laundry in.
I pull her closer to me, realising that for the first time in my life, I’ve found a woman who can look at me without fear or disgust. And she is perfect. Even if she doesn’t believe it.
“So,” I say, looking into her hazel eyes. “Will you come back to my place?”
“Yes, let me shower first though,” she replies, dropping back onto her feet and pulling away from my embrace.
I follow her as she pads through to the small, neat bathroom.
“What’s up big guy?” she asks, dropping her eyes to my crotch as she says the word ‘big’. “You want a show?” She sways her gorgeous ass in my direction and a jolt of possessiveness runs through me. She is still wearing my clothes–and I like it.
Tucking her fingers beneath the hem of my T-shirt, she pulls it from her body in one swift movement revealing those bountiful breasts and the marks I put on her.
Shame has me tugging my eyes away, even if the sight of her glorious tits has made me hard.
“Hey,” she says, stepping up to me while the room fills with steam. “Please don’t look away from me.”
Pain shoots through my jaw as I grind my teeth together. “How am I supposed to touch you when every time I do you bruise so badly?”
She shrugs her shoulders before sliding the jogging bottoms down over her hips. “Then don’t touch me.”
Sienna turns and steps into the shower, the water immediately drenching her hair as she turns and lifts her face to the spray. Her eyes flutter closed. The stretched-out column of her neck is like a siren song straight to my crotch.
Can I be with her without putting my hands on her?
I doubt it.
But I’m going to fucking try.
