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“Can you see the scar here?” he whispers.
I didn’t notice it before, but now that he mentions it I can see the white line there. It doesn’t look straight and smooth.
“I’ve been stabbed in jail, just because I didn’t let one of the mob leaders fuck me,” he says in a matter-of-fact voice and continues, “And this one on my thigh? I’ve been stabbed with a handmade weapon in a jail fight. There’s no right or wrong side at those things, if you’re in the middle you’ll always end up bleeding. There’s a scar under my hair, it happened when a guard pushed me head first into a brick wall.”
Turning his back to me, he points his lower back, so close to his ass. There’s a strangely shaped scar, something I can’t make up.
“I managed to ditch most of the guys who wanted to fuck me over, but when you’re just a young silly kid who trusts everyone it finally fucks you in the ass,” he stops to chuckle without humor before adding, “A calamity makes you wiser, stronger, right?”
I swallow the lump in my throat that is caused by his confession. Pushing away the tears, I nod. “I’m sorry. They’re all because of me.”
He snorts. “Don’t be stupid. It’s all because of the fucking assholes all around the world. This world is a horrible place, Nikki, but we have each other and why are you trying to push me away? Especially when I made it my goal to find you?”
Frowning, I think about his words. Finally, a small smile appears on my face. “How can I push you away when my hands are tied up?”
He laughs and leans down to kiss me. I’m panting when he leans back to look down at me. His hands move over my breasts and to my stomach before finally gripping the fabric of my thong. He rips it off my body and takes his place between my legs.
“You have no idea how much I dreamed of this, having you under me, while you look at me like this.”
“How am I looking at you?”
He smirks. “Like you want me.”
Chuckling, I bite my lip. “Talk less, fuck more.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says and kisses me with enough power to take my breath away.
His lips move over my jawline to my neck, sucking, biting, licking the sensitive skin until I’m a panting mess under hi
s body. As I try to pull my hands free to touch him, he moves his attention to my breasts, sucking my nipples into his mouth like he’s a starving man.
“Let my hands go,” I order.
“Why? So, you can run away?”
“Didn’t you say you were strong now? The big, bad wolf? Will you let me slip away from your hands?” I taunt him.
He reaches for the key and uncuffs me, his eyes daring me to run away.
“I’ve lost you once, I won’t lose you ever again,” he whispers, and as soon as my hands are free, I pull him closer to me, so I can kiss him with everything I have.
His mouth goes hungrier as he desperately nibbles my skin until he lies down between my legs.
“Fuck, baby. You’re soaking,” he groans and latches his mouth on my pussy in a heated kiss.
He flats his tongue over my folds from my entry to my clit before digging his magical tongue inside me. My legs shake with the need to wrap them around his head, but the tricky bastard didn’t untie my ankles. My anger dissipates as soon as his mouth wraps around my clit. I swear I see stars when his teeth graze over my nerve bundle.
“Inside. Your cock. Put your fucking cock inside me,” I pant. Every sentence punctuated with the pull on his hair.
Chuckling at my eagerness, he hovers over me. It’s like fireworks explode in my body when he enters me. For the first time in my thirty-five fucking miserable years, I’ve felt whole.
Chapter 32
Past
Age 28
Do you ever feel like no matter how much you want or how hard you hope, your life won’t get any better? That maybe you’re cursed? Cursed to fail, cursed to be sad, and cursed to not die even though you want to?
