Page 107 of Catch Me When I Fall

I clutched my coat to my chest, tears stinging my eyes as I watched my husband’s hatred for me flash in his eyes. I didn’t understand why he was like this some days. He would yell at me for the most random things. This evening, it had been because he was late for dinner. We were supposed to leave an hour ago.

“You don’t mean that,” I whispered, not understanding.

His eyes dropped down to the coat in my hands, he waved his hand. “Let’s fucking see it, then.”

“See what?” I asked.

“How good you think you look in that dress,” he sneered.

His words hurt, like they usually did, but it was okay. The pain would fade and he would prove to me that everything would be okay. Robert loved me. He would cool off in a few hours. I swallowed the lump in my throat and set the coat on the back of one of the stools, revealing the lilac wrap dress I’d ordered two weeks ago. It was lightweight, but the best part was; it was an extra small. I hadn’t been this size since high school. When I put it on earlier, I tried to ignore that you could see my hip bones. It wasn’t my decision to like them.

My husband’s opinion was the only one that mattered.

He came around the front of the island to get a full view, his eyes dropping down the length of me, stopping at my heels. I waited for his final judgment, the feeling of pins and needles scattering across my body.

My husband, the man I was spending the rest of my life with, looked back up at my face, his reaction unreadable. He looked handsome tonight, dressed in a gray suit with a green tie. It matched his eyes. His hair looked like it had been messed up by fingers, and when he came in a few minutes ago, he’d been flustered. I needed to remind myself that his job was stressful, and he might’ve had a bad day at the office.

I braced as his mouth opened.

“Carrie, have you been going to the gym?” he asked.

I jerked back, blinking. That wasn’t what I expected him to say. “Robert, I go every morning for two hours,” I told him in shock. “You know this.”

His eyes dropped back down to my body, clicking his tongue as a look of disgust came across his features. “Doesn’t look like it, Carrie.” He sighed. “I’m going to have to call your trainer and re-evaluate your workout routine.”

“What?” I whispered, putting my hands against my flat stomach, ignoring the never-ending pain rumbling deep inside.

He pulled out his phone, tapping his thumbs across the screen as he shook his head in disgust. “Honestly, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re skipping the gym and stuffing your face in the mornings,” he mumbled.

I blinked, my heart sinking. Then, I looked down at myself, noting how flat my stomach was, the points of my hips sticking out. “I don’t understand,” I whispered. “Last week, you called me beautiful.”

“Apparently, I shouldn’t have,” he snapped, shooting me a glare. He gestured to my body. “Honestly, you expected me to take you out tonight when you look like that? We have an image to protect. For Christ’s sake, Carrie.”

Tears stung my eyes, hearing him repeat my father’s words. “Okay,” I whispered. My stomach growled, but as always, I continued to ignore it. “I’ll do better.”

Robert stared at me for a few moments and then dismissed me with a wave of his hand.

I turned around, heading for the stairs. I was about halfway up the stairs when I felt a curl of pleasure between my legs. I came to a halt, all the air in my lungs escaping. I clutched the railing as I felt another flick from underneath my dress, my underwear suddenly wet.

I looked back downstairs, hearing Robert on the phone now. My nipples hardened as I felt a pinching sensation, followed by another hot curl low in my belly, my clit coming alive for the first time in ages. I whimpered and rushed up the stairs.

What was happening…

My eyes slowly opened to the sound of a deep, hungry growl as something warm and wet flicked against my clit. I lifted my head to find arms covered in snake tattoos, one red and one white, wrapped around my thick thighs, holding them open as the dark head between them feasted.

Grayson’s t-shirt I’d been wearing was pushed up over my breasts, my panties were missing.

It was in the middle of the night, the moonlight shining through the multiple windows around us. His back was bare, and I could finally see the full length of his tattoos.

Grayson’s rough beard scratched my soft skin, adding to the pleasure.

“Grayson,” I moaned, the nightmare forgotten. My hands dropped down, my fingers diving into his thick, dark waves.

“Fuck,” he rumbled against my pussy, his tongue flicking out, teasing my clit. “You taste…Jesus.” He latched onto me again, causing my back to arch as I opened my mouth on a silent scream, the nerves in my clit on overdrive.

He kept at me, giving me something I’d never felt before. He growled, pulling one of his hands from my thighs before I felt his finger at my entrance. “Sweet pussy, sweet woman,” he murmured, kissing my clit. “All fucking mine.” He sunk his finger inside, my back bowing once more as a raw sound left me.

“Yes,” I gasped as he moved his digit in and out of me, his mouth going back to my clit, flicking, licking, sucking, eating me like a man starved. My body was wound up tight, craving a release. One of my hands left his hair so I could cup my breast, my fingers pinching my nipple, sending a zap of pleasure down to my core.

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