Page 55 of SINS & Lies

“Turn around,” I demand. “Show me that gorgeous ass.”

Fear flashes across her beautiful face. “What?”

If she’s read anything about me, she has every reason to be scared. Every twisted, sadistic rumor is true. “I’m not fucking your pretty ass, Bella.” My voice darkens. “Not yet.”

“Yet?”

I skate a finger between the glorious mounds of her breasts and past her naval. “In one week, there’s no part of this body I won’t claim.”

I know she hates what I’m doing to her. Hates how good it makes her feel. Her tears tell me that. She bites her lip so hard, I have to lick the blood off her delicious mouth.

Not that it’s a fetish or anything. And not because I give a damn about the two thousand dollar sheets we’re fucking on. But because triggers are funny things. Seeing her own blood afterwards could breathe life to some demon in her mind.

And we can’t have that. Not when her pussy is weeping so sweetly.

I slide a finger into her slick, tight pussy. Then two. When that little whimper of hers turns into a purr, I stop.

“Please,” she moans, the feral noise wrapping around my cock like a goddamned fist.

I paint her wetness over her lips before licking it off. “Hands and knees.”

A small flood of tears breaks through as she swallows hard. “But?—”

“Now, Bella,” I growl.

Her hesitation is fleeting. Then, she does as she’s told, slowly shifting onto her hands and knees.

She blinks away more tears as I count the scars along her back. Thirteen. A fraction of mine, but still thirteen too many. It brings the count to twenty-two, though I’m sure I’ll find more.

I trace the ridge of each cigarette burn with my finger, one by one. “Is this what you didn’t want me to see?”

Her head falls, in shame, perhaps.

When she doesn’t answer, I’m not sure which pisses me off more; her shattered spirt or her silence.

I grip a handful of her hair, tight enough to make her gasp. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she says pained. “He did it so no man would want me.”

I could press her. Demand to know who he is. But no demon will come between me and Bella, and I’m sure as fuck not inviting them our bed.

I force her to face the mirror. “Watch,” I growl. “Watch how beautiful your pain looks to me.”

Slowly, I pump a finger in and out of her.

Then two.

Then three.

Her body takes control, moving of its own accord, riding my fingers like her cunt’s about to swallow my hand as she stares at her reflection in awe.

“That’s it,” I breathe, feeling her tension build as she soaks me to the bone.

I love how she fucks herself. How her pussy tightens. How she’s so close to finally letting go.

“Does my good little girl want to come all over my hand?”

When she doesn’t answer, I move my thumb to the crevice of her ass. The shock of sensations slows her rhythm, but doesn’t stop.

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