Page 102 of Scars Run Deep

That was what I’d said to her the day we’d first met when I’d dragged her in here in a bid to teach her a lesson for her refusal to bend the knee.

It hadn’t exactly gone the way I’d expected.

And I’d never been so glad for anything going sideways.

I moved closer. “Inside here that day with you was the moment you got under my skin, the moment you saw into me, saw a glimpse of the real me behind the mask.” I reached out and stroked my thumb over her cheek. “You were the only one beyond Ash and J. You are the only one, darlin’.”

She beamed at me. “I feel the same about you.”

“You trusted me to show some of yourself to me that day when I came to your place once I’d found out about the stabbing.”

“I did.”

I grimaced. “Not exactly conventional romantic moments or the stuff dreams are made of, huh?”

“Who cares? They’re our moments. They worked for us.”

She had my grimace shifting to a smile. As only she could. “Yeah. Yeah, they did.”

She shocked me then as she suddenly dropped to her knees. “I might not have bent the knee in the way you wanted, nor will I ever, but right here and now, you get me on my knees for you in a much more… satisfying way.”

“Fuck me,” I choked.

She grinned. “You didn’t get to do what you wanted that day. Do you remember?”

“I should make you open wide and choke on it, then paint a pretty picture all over your face with my hot cum.”

I swallowed hard. “The way that went down, I’m sorry that—”

“You almost had me, you know that?”

“I did?”

She nodded. “I was turned the hell on.”

“Well, you held your ground really well.”

“Salivating over the prospect of sucking your cock?” she teased.

“Jeez, I was a heavy-handed bitch.”

“Because I got under your skin.”

I stepped up close, sinking my hand into her soft hair. “Because I fucking wanted you that day.” I stroked my thumb over her bottom lip, tugging with enough pressure that it had her breath quickening, turning her the fuck on just like any of us getting rough with her always did. “And I fucking want you now, Aurora.”

“Then take me. Make me choke on you.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

I unbuckled my belt and popped my fly, her eyes on me the entire time just intensifying the whole thing and making me harder by the second.

Heady lust engulfed me as I watched her lick her lips when I pulled my cock free.

Pre-cum was already slicking the crown, making my piercings glint even in the muted light of the alcove.

She startled me as she reached out and ran her index finger over them, swiping up the slickness. Her eyes were on mine as she made a show of spreading it over her lips, then slowly, so fucking erotically, licking it all off.

“Damn, darlin’.”

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