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There were those words again.
I’d do anything to make sure you didn’t feel like this ever again.
I leaned back to look at him. “Would you?” I whispered. “Do anything, I mean,” I added when he arched a brow at me in question.
It felt like everything depended on his answer. Because if he wasn’t willing to help me with this, I didn’t know what I would do.
He cupped my cheek and brushed the pad of his thumb over my lower lip when it trembled. “Anything at fucking all, cupcake. There’s no limit.”
“Touch me?” I pleaded. His eyes widened in surprise at my words. Another tear slid down my cheek. He was going to reject me. Oh, God, I couldn’t take it if he said no. “Please, Chase,” I begged. “Maybe if you touch me and fuck me, I won’t feel them anymore.”
“Sophia,” he rasped, looking unsure. His hands tightened their hold on me, conflict raging in his eyes.
My chin wobbled. “You said anything,” I reminded him. I was desperate. I needed help, and I didn’t know what else to do. I would fucking beg if that was what it took. I neededhelp.
He grasped my jaw in his hands, and they shook as he held me. “You’re sure you want this?” he rasped.
I nodded. “Please,” I pleaded again.
He groaned and brought my mouth to his, sealing our lips together.
And another tear ran down my cheek.
8
Chase
Ididn’t fucking feel right about this. God knew I loved this woman in my arms to pieces, but she’d just been raped. She wasstruggling. And I knew she was using my love for her to get me to give her what she thought she needed. But I couldn’t deny her anything. Especially not when she looked at me with those big eyes and begged me to help her.
I would make this as quick as possible without hurting her. I didn’t want to do this. Not while she still wasn’t thinking straight. But I was terrified turning her away would do even more damage. What would she begin to think of herself if I told her no, I wouldn’t have sex with her? That I wouldn’t help her?
She’d start thinking she was ruined. Tainted. Undesirable. And fuck, even with bruises coloring her body, she was none of those things. She couldneverbe any of those things.
No matter what she went through, what hell she endured, or what her body was put through, she was still the most precious, beautiful woman I’d ever laid my eyes on.
I gently laid her back on the bed, coming down on top of her. She sighed into the kiss, tears still streaming down her cheeks. Her broken expression was ripping my fucking soul apart. There’d be nothing left of me after this; I already knew that. She owned me, and she was using that ownership to destroy me.
But I’d never let her know that. Not while she was so fragile. So goddamn broken.
“I’m here, cupcake,” I rasped, trailing my mouth down her slender neck. Pushing her shirt up, I pulled it over her head. I laved my tongue over one of her nipples before doing the same to the other. She hiccupped, and I looked up at her, wondering if she wanted me to stop. Reading the question in my gaze, she shook her head.
“Please continue,” she whispered.
I swallowed thickly, my heart in my throat, and lowered my head, pulling one of her tight buds between my lips, suckling at her tender flesh before doing the same to the other. She was softly moaning, but she was still crying.
And I was hating myself more and more. Because while she was obviously feeling good, her mind was at war.
“Sophia…” I murmured.
“Please,” she begged me, her fingers tugging at my shirt. “I need this, Chase.”
Forcing myself to lock down what I was feeling, I continued down her body, removing the sweats she was wearing and baring her beautiful, curvy body to my eyes. Leaning up on my knees, I pushed my cut off and then pulled my shirt over my head. She watched through teary eyes as I unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my jeans.
“Sophia, if you don’t want this, you can say the word at any time, even if I’m inside of you,” I told her quietly. “Iwillstop,” I promised her. I cupped her cheek. “I’ll never do anything to fucking hurt you.”
“I want this,” she whispered.
But she didn’t say I want you, I bitterly reminded myself. And fuck, that cut deep. That was a wound I knew would fester and get infected. And if it ever healed, it would scar—badly.
