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He stalks forward, and we continue this dance until the back of my knees hits the bed.
“Lie down,” he instructs, gently pushing on my shoulder.
Once I do, he lifts me closer to the top and hooks my wrists through a slit on the headboard. I tug a few times, but my wrists remain above my head.
“Micah,” I whisper again, rubbing my inner thighs together, and my core heats up.
He lays next to me, brushing hair from my face.
“Don’t be mad at me. I promise, it’ll be okay.”
My eyebrows squish together. “Why would I be mad?”
He kisses me gently and I stretch my chin, trying to deepen the kiss, when bright lights turn on in the room.
Panicking, I try to fold my legs to cover my scars and hastily pull on my wrists.
“It’s okay, babygirl, relax. I came to apologize for the unpleasant evening. Just wanted you to know that I’ve taken care of it.”
I curse at the sound of his voice and watch in horror as Caleb fucking Astor struts to the foot of the bed.
“Untie me. Right now.” I grit my teeth and pull harder on my restraints.
Caleb devours my body with his eyes and a slow smirk glides across his face. He removes his shirt, revealing the massive head of the dragon tattoo on his shoulder that wraps his back and ends with its tail following the deep V of his waist on the other side. Eying the taut muscles of his lower abs floods my core with heat.
My head whips to Micah in desperation, sending him daggers with my eyes as my breath quickens.
“Untie me.”
Caleb walks to my left side and the bed dips as he sits. His hand grazes my cheek and down my neck. I try to move away from his touch, and his deep laugh vibrates the bed.
“Stop pretending you don’t want this.”
He gets up and moves to the foot of the bed again, while Micah whispers, lying next to me in his boxers. “It’s okay, Angel.”
Where the hell did his shirt go?
Caleb grabs my attention by gripping my calves, pulling them apart.
“Please don’t look.” I squirm and squeeze my eyes shut, embarrassed by my scars.
Despite my best efforts, he pries my legs open.
“I want to atone for my sins, babygirl. I promise, I won’t stop until you’re begging me to make you come.”
Still struggling, I glower back at him.
“That’s not going to happen,” I grind out.
He stares at me through hooded eyes. “We’ll see.”
He grins and lowers to his knees.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and my heart races in my chest, knowing that he can see my scars. He pinches the tender skin of my inner thigh just above my knee.
“Open your eyes. Watch me feast on you.”
I watch as he tenderly kisses the scars on my pubic bone, and tears pool my eyes. I rapidly blink them away and search for my anger to protect me.
