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It's gone.
Baby, I'm so sorry.
I didn't know.
It's gone, I promise.
Come back to me.
As soon as the pleading words broke through, I let out a sob and threw my arms around him, holding tight. I knew I was shaking like a leaf, and I was probably scaring him, but I couldn't stop. When he tried to pull back to look at me, I held on tighter with my face buried in his neck, clinging to him with all my might.
"Baby," it was the softest tone I had ever heard come from him, his chest rumbling against mine. The rich, deepness of the timbre filled me with a sense of safety and security I never thought to feel again. "Tell me."
I knew what he wanted, but I couldn't give him my story. Not yet. Not right now. I shook my head. "Not now," I whispered, unable to control the tremble in my voice.
I felt him stroking my hair with those big, tattooed fingers and wanted to cry at how right it felt to be held and caressed by this King of Nightmares.
"What do you need from me?"
I finally pulled back so I could look him in the eye, letting him see my sincerity and desperation. "I need you to make me forget."
He studied me for a long second, and I was afraid he was going to insist that we stop. But then he let out a tortured groan. He swooped down, retaking my lips as I sighed with relief into his mouth. The kiss was no less explosive than the first time, but there was suddenly tenderness, too. When he pulled away from my lips, it was to trail kisses over one cheek and then across to the other. Then I felt his lips sliding up the side of my face, continuing to my forehead. It wasn't until I felt his lips glide across my neck and down the center of my chest that I began to cry silent tears. He was kissing every jagged scar. Every ugly memory was being replaced by the tenderness of his lips.
When his lips found a nipple and latched on to it, sucking it deep into his mouth, I arched and cried out. "Bones!"
He stopped abruptly, pulling back with a glare. "When I'm with you, you call me Jack. I'm Jack to you. Do you understand?"
I realized, with a wrench in my heart, that he was giving me a precious gift.Him. He was giving me the real him. Not the MC President. He was giving meJack, the man. I lifted a trembling hand and caressed it over the dark stubble on his jaw.
"Jack," I whispered.
ChapterNineteen
THE NIGHTMARE KING
The sound of my name coming from her sweet lips was enough to make me lose any control I had been clinging to. I felt the thread I'd been barely holding onto snap, and I could no longer hold myself back. For the last couple of months, I had been lying to myself in an effort to not do what I was about to. I wasn't a gentle man. Never had been. I was a fucking beast that was only kept in check by my iron will. But now that she said my name, something I hadn't heard since the day my mother was murdered, I was done.
I needed to know what had happened to her. I had a burning need to know who the motherfucker was that had taken a blade to my girl, turning her into what resembled a patchwork doll, but she had asked me to make her forget. She had no idea what she was asking for.
With a carnal groan, my vicious need for this woman took over every rational thought. I was going to give her sweet and gentle as well as a man like me could, but she had unleashed the beast instead.
I lowered my head back to her breasts and bit down on the swell, hard enough to leave a mark without breaking the skin, then sucked. I would brand her in more ways than one before the night was through. I couldn't remove her scars, but I would give her something else to look at when she looked in the mirror with those eyes of hers that were always filled with sorrow.
Her cries of pain mixed with pleasure made me so hard it was causing my cock to ache and throb. I needed to get my jeans off before they left a permanent outline of my zipper etched onto it. As I made my way down her belly, licking and nipping at every scar on my way to her cunt, I reached down to pop the button on my jeans. The pressure of my hard cock trying to escape the confines pushed free without me even having to lower the zipper. The only thing holding me back from plunging into her body was the cotton of my black boxers.
As soon as I made my way to the small patch of dark red hair at the top of her pussy I stopped to stare for a long moment. I had never been up close to a cunt before but knew after this I was going to need to put my face in hers every fucking day. I shoved her legs wide to make room for my shoulders but also to get a good view of the treasure she kept hidden there.
She was pink everywhere, while wetness coated her pussy lips and was smeared onto her thighs. Her scent filled my senses, making me feral for her taste. I needed my mouth on her more than I needed my next breath. As I shoved my face into her cunt, sinking my tongue in as far as I could reach, her flavor made come leak from the head of my cock. It was nearly more than I could take.
I reached down with one hand while using the other to hold her thigh open. I squeezed my cock as hard as I could, the pain making me wince, but it helped to stop the come that was threatening to explode from me. I wasn't ashamed that she already had me on the verge of coming within seconds of finally getting a taste of her, but I didn't want to waste my seed in my pants. I had always heard that once a guy came, he was done for a while. That was unacceptable to me. I refused to come anywhere but deep inside her cunt while she screamed my name in pleasure.
I dragged my tongue from her entrance and through her lips until I reached her clit. It didn't take a fucking rocket scientist to figure out where a woman's clit was. It was right fucking there, swollen and needy, just waiting for me to wrap my lips around it. I sucked, then swiped my tongue repeatedly over the hard nub while listening to her cries and moans. It wasn't until I put some pressure on it with my teeth and rapidly stroked my tongue back and forth that she nearly bucked me off her. With a satisfied hum, I let go of my cock and placed my hand on her pelvis, pushing her firmly back onto the bed.
I never let up my assault on her clit, knowing that what I was doing was exactly what she needed the most. I was tempted to stick a finger inside her, to feel that warmth and softness I knew was waiting for me, but a depraved part of me wanted my cock to be the first thing that entered her. I may have stuck my tongue in her, but it could only reach so far. My cock was going to be what breached her and stretched her wide open.
Her legs were trembling, and her hand was gripping tightly to the hair on my head as she moaned while calling out my name over and over. I couldn't bring myself to give a single fuck. She could rip every hair out by the root if she needed to as long as she came all over my face.
I felt her entire body stiffen, her thighs clamping so tight I could barely keep them held open. I glanced up her body to look at her face from my position between her legs and almost blew my load again at the gorgeous sight of her breasts heaving and her eyes squeezed shut.
