Page 38 of Claiming Charlotte

I didn’t give a shit if it was my shirt. I could buy a new one. But this—her smile, her laugh?meeting her eyes again— this was priceless. Dipping my thumb into the paint, I ran it across her forehead, down her nose, and across her pouting lips.

“I don’t give a fuck about my shirt, Charlotte.” I chuckled darkly. “Can I touch you?” She nodded her consent, and I imagined she was the canvas as my fingers grazed along her abdomen, up to her chest underneath my now-purple shirt.

I pushed it over her shoulders before leaning in to capture her lips softly in mine. Slowly, I moved my tongue along her jawline. It tasted like acrylic paint, but I still found myself wanting more. Leaning in close, my hand drifted lower, taking her breast in my hand. My thumb grazed her nipple and a gasp left her lips.

“Tell me at any point if I need to stop. I need you to guide me,” I said. She moaned as my lips found their way to her neck, sucking sensually.

Before I knew it, a shiver ran down my spine as red paint ran down my shoulders and onto my chest. I laughed, my hot breath causing goosebumps to rise on the skin of her neck. But I stayed quiet, watching, and feeling her soft movements in admiration. I could feel her slowly coming back to me and it made my heart swell. We still had a long road ahead; both of us did. But just then, we were two normal people enjoying each other’s company, just like when we were younger.

When she was satisfied, she motioned for me to open my shirt before she picked up her brush and used it to make swirls all over my chest.

“I need an ear, okay? If I tell you some things, we have a fire tonight. Deal? If I have to face myself and accept it, it’s only fair that you do, too,” I nodded as she continued.

I would do whatever she asked. She was finally opening up to me and it was all I could ask for. It was all I wanted.

The paint was thick on my body, although with every stroke of the brush, shivers ran down my spine.

“Lacey hurt me, Roe. She’s the one who branded me; she held it there and made me watch as it changed from red to black. She forced me to come. She said she was going to use you in ways that should only be done…by me.”

I was trying to stay calm and relaxed, but with every word she spoke, I couldn’t help but clench my jaw tighter. That’s why she sounded like that…

Charlotte ran the brush across my abdomen and I looked down at her.

“It wasn’t just Walker who raped me. After he showed me the video of you, chained up and whimpering. I was forced to come with two cocks inside of me and a vibrator assaulting my clit. He was trying to coerce me into giving up my place at the head of the family. I still have nightmares about it. Sometimes I’ll just be going about my day, and I’ll smell something that triggers the memory of him touching me.”

Charlotte stepped back and circled around me,?grabbing at my shirt to bring it over my shoulders, revealing my own scars, and I blew out a breath as her fingers traced over?them. I shouldn’t be getting aroused, but everything about her, what she was doing turned me on. Her sultry, dangerous voice, her fingers tracing, and her lips touching the parts of myself I hated. It was my own kind of sensory deprivation, seeing, feeling, listening to her like this, something I’d been deprived of for so long.

She continued in a monotone voice. “I was drugged most of the time in captivity. I knew it wasn’t right and I didn’t want it, but my body betrayed me. It wanted the abuse.”

I swallowed hard and turned my head to watch her movements as my own anxiety rose at the way each of her slender fingers traced the outline of my healed welts.

“No more covering these up with tattoos, Roe,” she said seductively. “They are a part of you, embrace them.”

A guttural moan forced its way out of my mouth as I felt the wetness of her tongue glide across each one, a kiss to the same needy spot following.

“Lottie,” I groaned as her paint-filled hands wrapped around my torso, her slick fingers threatening to dip beneath the waistline of my jeans.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,” I whispered, grabbing her hand and urging it lower, letting it rub against me. I wanted her to know that I wanted this as much as she did.

“Shh. I was abused in ways I never thought I could be. They called me names and recorded me, made me watch every time I was taken by one of them. Electricity ran through my veins every time those fuckers shocked me.”

She released my cock from the confines of my pants, and gently stroked, calling it to her attention.

“Do you know why I wanted you to fuck me that night, Rowan?”

My eyes widened as she walked around me, trailing her red-coated finger along my heated skin, removed the elastic from around her wrist and placed her hair in a ponytail before lowering to her knees.

“Because seeing your anger boil over, seeing how far you were willing to go for me, aroused me. The way you kissed my neck as you pulled at the collar…”

I knew what she wanted, and it was becoming harder for me to control myself. I sensed that she needed to continue to lead, and I wouldn’t take that from her. A moan left my lips when her tongue licked up the length of my dick and twirled around the tip.

“The revenge in your eyes as you gutted that man for me…”

Looking up at me through her eyelashes, full of need and desire, she gave me a command I was in no place to defy.

“Use my mouth, Rowan. Make me take it like a good girl.”

I tapped my thigh twice, signaling what she needed to do if she wanted me to stop, and she nodded her understanding.

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