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“I don’t talk to people I don’t know,” she tells me. Fuck, she’s making me harder than I already was. I move closer, brushing her hair away from her face as those ice-blue eyes stare into my goddamn soul.
“You’re right. You don’t know me, and maybe it was better that way. But unfortunately for you, it isn’t. Now, you’re going to tell me your name one way or another,” I warn her. I let my hand fall back into the water before sliding it under the hem of the too-big shirt. She stops me quickly, grabbing my wrist, and I release a growl.
“Don’t.” I ignore her plea. I don’t care she doesn’t want me touching her.
“Oh, I am.”
“No, you’re not. I’ll scream.”
“You have no idea how much I like screamers,” I inform her.
“I mean it.”
“Give me one good reason, and I’ll move my hand.” She blinks rapidly, tears filling her eyes. I know what she’s thinking without her telling me.
“I’m … I’m not skinny like they are. I don’t shave down there like they do,” she mumbles, nodding toward her friends.
“And?”
“What do you mean, and?”
“I don’t give two fucks what they look like, sweetheart. I’m here for you.” She looks confused, which causes her to loosen her grip on my wrist just slightly, and I take advantage of that to slide my hand under her shirt. I feel her curves, her belly, and I groan. What the fuck does this girl do to me? She bites her lip and looks me in the eye while I sneak my hand toward her bikini bottoms. She shakes her head, but I nod mine. I slip my hand over her generous belly and lower, using the heel of my palm to take the weight as I slip my fingers into her bottoms. She sucks in a breath and watches me as if I’ve lost my mind, and maybe I have. I’m too close. Too fucking close, and I know after this, I won’t get enough of her.
My hand sinks further as I use my foot to kick her legs apart. She spreads them as I listen to Juno and the other girls laughing and having a good time on the other side of the pool. My focus is on her. Always on her.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers,” I tell her. She narrows her eyes at me and shakes her head. I smirk. “Oh, yeah, Little Lamb, I am.” I part her pussy lips and find her clit. I drag my fingers over it slowly before moving lower. Sinking a finger inside her, she gasps. Fuck she’s wet and not from the fucking pool water either.
“You have scars,” she says as her eyes lower to my chest.
“Is that what you want to talk about right now?” She swallows hard and shakes her head. I didn’t think so. Besides, I wasn’t going to share with her anyway. That isn’t what this is, what’s happening right now.
I slowly fuck her with my fingers, sliding them in and out, and I know she likes this. Her lips part as I keep going, in and out, in and out. I love the fucking slickness that coats my fingers and wonder what she tastes like. I bet she’s fucking delicious.
I keep going like this until she’s panting and a gasping mess. I never take my eyes off hers, and she never takes hers off mine. There’s such a pull with her. Something tugs me closer and closer. I step into her a little more and feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest through her shirt. I want to bite one. I want to mark her, but not now. Not today.
“A name,” I say once more huskily. She’s nearly breathless when I press my thumb to her clit. That’s all it takes. Her body trembles as I wrap my free arm around her waist to hold her steady. She comes and comes hard. The noises she’s making? Fuck, I’ve never heard anything like that before. And the way she holds her breath? Like that’s going to help. My cock is screaming for attention.
“Breathe, Little Lamb,” I tell her once more. She sucks in a big breath, but her eyes never leave mine. She watched me the whole time she came. I wonder if she would do that if I were inside her.
“Sage,” she whispers. I smile as I lean in and brush my lips over hers. I don’t kiss her, just give her a taste. Then I move in, parting her lips with my tongue and biting her lip between my teeth roughly. She lets out a little screech that drives me crazy before I pull back.
“Don’t shave anything, Sage. I want you just like this,” I tell her, pulling at the little hairs before slipping my hand from her bottoms. I lean in closely, nipping at her ear before saying, “Mine.”
Then, I pull away quickly and swim toward the shallow end.
“Let’s go, Juno,” I call out to him as I climb out. He groans and mumbles, but he follows me out just the same.
7
Whips, knives, scissors, shears. You name it, we have it. Anything you could want to torture someone, we have it on hand, as well as masks. We always wear masks so they don’t realize who we are and could never identify us.
I wash my body after the latest round of women were handled. Juno is handling their return where they belong while I clean myself up. Climbing out of the shower, I grab the towel and dry myself before wiping the fog from the mirror, looking at the scars Sage saw. It’s not like I try to hide them even though I have tattoos, most of them are still visible. What’s the point in hiding what made you? What’s the point of not showing them like a badge of honor? I reach up and run my fingers over the one covering my heart, but that isn’t what makes me a monster to most. It’s the one’s on my face.
One runs from my eyebrow down to my eyelid and further down my cheek. There’s another one running from my ear, crossing over the other to my bottom lip. Some of them were deserved. Or so I was told.
I shake my head, not willing to live in the past anymore. That’s where these scars belong. In the fucking dark. Maybe that’s where I belong, too. Maybe I’m not meant to be more than a monster. My door flies open, and Juno walks in just as I drop my towel and head for the dresser.
“You’re early,” I tell him. He flops onto my bed and yawns.
