Page 33 of The Afterthought

I straddle her and pull her hands up to wrap my belt around them. After making sure they are nicely secured together, I push them back down over her head. "These stay here, or you'll be punished."

She goes to say something, but I bring my hand over her mouth. "Don't ruin it. You know you need this. Just let me use you, and you can hate me through the whole thing."

"I do hate you," she mumbles again behind my hand.

"You know what hate is, baby? Passion. I'll make sure you're screaming my name, don't worry."

I slide my hands under her cutoff sweater, pulling it up over her head until it rests on her wrists. Her hands are tied, so I can't pull it off completely. My gaze goes to her chest, and I freeze when I see the scars.

I trail my hand along the first one that goes between her breasts. Her body goes rigid. She goes to pull her hands back over her head, but I grab them and slam them back down to where I told her to keep them. "Don't fucking move them."

I stand up next to her on the couch to grip the top of her leggings, but before I can pull them down, her bound hands swing up to stop me.

"Put your hands back, or I'll tie you to something else so you can't move at all."

She seems a bit reluctant, but she slowly puts them back. She eyes me cautiously when I pull her leggings and panties off. I'm shocked by what I see. The leggings were so high up on her waist that they concealed all of her scars.

Countless lines cross the entirety of her abdomen and chest. My brows furrow, and I look up to meet her glare. "Who did this to you?"

I see the tears well up in her eyes, but she refuses to speak. Slowly, I lean down and tenderly kiss each one of the scars. I hear her whimper under me, and a piece of me breaks. Somebody hurt her. Somebody hurt her because I made her leave.

"When I find out who did this, I promise you they will pay. I will fucking burn them alive for hurting you."

She stiffens under me. "It was a long time ago. It doesn't matter."

"Someone hurt what's mine. They will pay for that." I bring her to a seated position on the couch, kneeling in front of her and pulling her ass right to the edge. She keeps her hands above her head and rests them on the top of the couch, letting me settle between her legs.

"I wasn't yours when it happened, and I'm not yours now," she says just before I lick up the length of her.

"Oh baby, that's where you're wrong. You've always belonged to me. Let me remind you how good I am to what's mine."

I dive into her without saying another word. I want to feel her fall apart from my tongue before her tight cunt squeezes my cock. Her hips grind into my face as I lick and suck her pussy. She's so wet. I dip my tongue in and out of her while also sliding up to her clit to keep her stimulated.

She's breathing heavily, and a loud moan leaves her lips. I glance up to take in the look on her face. Her eyebrows are pinched together, her mouth is slightly open, and her eyes are squeezed shut, so I pull back.

"Eyes on me," I tell her.

She opens them, and reluctantly, they meet mine. It makes my heart bloom in my chest. I pick up right where I left off, devouring her one lick at a time. She gasps when I nip at her clit with my teeth. My pace is steady as I watch the way the pleasure builds on her face. Her breathing picks up more and more.

I can tell by the way she keeps bucking her hips against my face that she's close. I latch onto her clit, sucking and flicking my tongue until her hips shake uncontrollably. She’s so close to letting go for me.

"Grey!" she cries out, bringing her hands down to rest on the top of my head as I claim my prize. I want to tell her to be a good whore and come on my face, but I don't dare let up my pace. Her hips jerk under me while she writhes beneath my tongue.

Slowly, her movements slow, and she starts to come down from her high. I pull back and wipe my face with my arm. It's not enough. I need more of her. I need to feel the way she comes apart on my cock.

Chapter 16

Avalynn

He looks up at me, his eyes filled with darkness, before standing. I watch as he pulls his shirt off. My gaze immediately lands on his washboard abs. I look him over carefully until something pulls my attention directly to it. Tattoos cover his entire chest, but I can’t take my eyes off the one directly over his heart.

To a normal person, this would have no meaning, but I immediately know what it means. Two movie ticket stubs are directly over his heart. One is front-facing with the word ‘cinema ticket’ tattooed on it, and the other appears to be the back of the ticket. Instead of the usual blank backing, this one has words on it—words in my handwriting.

He catches what I'm staring at, and he steps into me. His hand reaches down to the bottom of my chin, tilting my head up to look him in the eyes. "If you're wondering what I think you are, then the answer is yes."

I shake my head at the thought. I don't want to think about why he has this specific tattoo over his chest. My eyes land on the three words again, I love you. The first time we told each other we loved each other was at the drive-in. I came home that night and wrote these exact words on the back of the ticket stub so that I could look back and always remember the importance of this particular movie night.

He didn't have this before I left. Those memories, the things we did together. He ruined all of that. He was the one who pushed me away and wanted me to leave. I should tell him to leave now, but he’s already got me so worked up. Just one touch from him is enough to send electricity to my core. I just want this to be easy right now. Uncomplicated sex. So, I lie. I close off my thoughts and lie to him.

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