Page 50 of Lethal Truths

Standing, I grab the hem of her shirt, finding her heated, tortured gaze one last time. Licking my lips, I pull the fabric up, slowly revealing more creamy skin and jagged scars. Prudence bites her lip, beginning to lift to allow me to pull her shirt off, but that’s not what I want. With a hand on her chest, I ease her back down and roll the shirt up over her face, using it to cover her eyes. It forces her to keep her hands up above her head as well, and puts her perfect breasts on show for me.

Her breathing quickens with the loss of sight, and I grin down at her bared, flushed body. “What are you going to do with me?” Prudence whispers, a needy lilt to her voice.

I don’t respond, but I do the next best thing. Crawling onto the bed between her spread thighs, still fully clothed — much to my dick’s disappointment — I hover over her. With one hand beside her head holding my weight inches above her body, I grip her jaw with my free hand and tilt her lips up to meet mine.

It’s not so much of a kiss, but more of an answer to her question. I brush my lips over hers in a light tease, smirking when she tries to chase me as I pull away. My grip on her face keeps her head down, though, and I’m free to do as I please. Trailing my lips across her jaw, leaving the barest hint of a caress in my wake, I make my way down her throat, nipping as I go.

I don’t stop my descent until I reach her tits. She shudders when I exhale over her sensitive skin, tightening her legs around my hips. I lick one perfect, rosy nipple, keeping my touch feather light before moving to the next one and doing the same. Prudence’s breathy moan fills my room, and finally, just to hear more of that beautiful sound, I close my lips around her nipple and give it a light suck before pulling away and continuing my exploration. I release her jaw as I move down her torso, kissing and licking at every scar in my path.

Prudence mewls and rolls her hips like a silent demand that I give her pussy some attention. “Griffin, please. I need more… I need to feel something besides pain and heartbreak and all this fucking anger,” she pleads while I’m dragging my tongue down the long pink scar that goes from between her breasts to her belly button.

I wish Creed hadn’t already killed Mark because I’d very much like to spend hours torturing him as payment for what he did to Prudence. It’s impossible, but it doesn’t stop a murderous rage from swelling inside me. But I chase the thoughts away with the promise of pleasure for my broken girl.

When I get to the apex of her thighs, I spread her open and run my thumb over her needy little clit, keeping the pressure light. I stare at her glistening pussy while I circle my thumb, teasing her into a frenzy. Goddamn, she’s exquisite.

Prudence groans, kicking my mattress in frustration. “Dammit, Griffin! For the love of—“

Her words die on a sharp inhale as I push two fingers into her dripping center. I curl them inside her while I lean in and nip at her clit. A little punishment for her outburst and impatience. Prudence arches her back with a low moan, but it’s not enough. I’ll never have enough. I thrust my fingers faster, harder, while I lick and suck at her clit. She tastes so good that I think I could die here between her legs and that’d be just fine.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman, but any worry that I’ve forgotten how to do this obliterates when she cries out, “Fuck! Don’t stop, please, I’m so close!” As if her words weren’t enough, the way her hips roll and jump with each lick and thrust makes me want to devote my life to her pleasure.

She’ll be my new religion and I’ll happily pray to her body every night.

Pushing my fingers in deep, I curl and stroke her inner walls as I suck her clit into my mouth, using my teeth for the barest amount of pain. Prudence detonates with a cry of ecstasy, her muscles snapping tight as the release washes over her.

I work her through it, glad her eyes are covered so she can’t see my smug expression. When the tremors stop, I pull my fingers out and give her pussy one more slow lick, savoring the flavor of her arousal as it bursts across my tongue.

She’s panting and bare in my bed, and what a glorious fucking vision she makes. I’ll have dreams about this for weeks, I just know it. Rising up after one last look between her legs, I lean over her and seal my lips to her. This time I do kiss her, shoving all my emotions into the act. With each tender caress of my tongue, I’m saying I’m sorry. Forgive me. I’m yours.

Ripping my mouth from Prudence’s is hard, but I manage to do so before I snap and start stroking my dick. I haven’t earned my release yet. I pull her shirt the rest of the way off, and she blinks open her bright hazel eyes at me, a shy smile curling up her lips.

“Hi,” she breathes.

“Hi,” I whisper back, smiling softly as I take her hand and pull her into a sitting position beside me.

Prudence bends one knee, resting her cheek on it as she studies me. “You’re still clothed.”

Shrugging, I reach forward and tuck her hair behind her ear. “Tonight was about you. If things had been different, that’s how it would have gone. I’d have taken my time with you, savored every encounter, and worked my way up to the rest,” I tell her quietly.

She chews on her bottom lip as she thinks it over. “I think I would have liked that. Going slow, enjoying each experience… Might have been nice,” she murmurs, cheeks flaming. “Instead, I’ve been used and tossed around, and my first time wasn’t— I mean, it was fine— it was good.“ Stopping, she shakes her head, dropping my gaze. “Just wasn’t what I always imagined, I guess.”

The crease between her brows has me reaching for her again to smooth it out. “First time?” Surely, that’s not what she meant… Right?

Prudence swallows, and I watch as a shield drops over her expression, guarding herself against me once more. I didn’t expect to fix our issues with one night, but it guts me all the same to see her closing in on herself like this. She stands and grabs her shirt, her back to me as she pulls it on. “Yeah. With Creed. After you left me kneeling on the floor at the party like trash,” she explains, her voice growing colder with each syllable.

I’m immobile, glued to the bed, as I process that. There’s so much that I want to say, so fucking much that I need to atone for, but she won’t turn around to look at me and I can’t get my feet to move. I clear my throat, hoping to draw her attention, but the walls are firm, and we’re on opposites sides all over again.

Prudence takes a deep breath once she’s covered herself. Her little hand balls into a fist at her side, and then she shakes her head, turning to face me. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t fair,” she says, so quietly I almost miss it.

Frowning, I say, “I’m the one who fucked up.”

“I know, but I came here tonight to get us back on track, and I’m not going to keep throwing your mistakes in your face.” She shrugs one shoulder, taking a step toward me. “It really fucking sucks, the way you made me feel that night. And I’m still angry about it. Hell, I’m angry about everything in my dumpster fire of a life. But I miss you, and I can’t stand the rigid distance between us anymore. So… I’m going to try to let you back in, and you’ll keep, um, working for it, and we’ll see where we end up.”

I press my lips together, nodding solemnly. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll carve open my chest and hand over my heart on a platter if that’s what she needs from me.

A flash of lightning strikes outside seconds before a deep boom of thunder. Prudence grimaces at my window and the storm beyond. “Can I stay?” she asks softly a moment later.

“Creed?” I ask. He hadn’t even crossed my mind until this very moment, but it’s clear enough they’re together. Should I be preparing for him to come in here and rip my head off?

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