Page 41 of Wicked Devotions

The sound of his fingers pumping in and out of me is obscene, but it makes me want more. My walls begin to tremble around him as heat surges through my veins. My head falls back on his shoulder while the first wave of my release crashes over me.

“Good girl. Come all over my hand,asteri mu.”

I turn my head and pull his head, so our lipsmeet. I need to kiss him through this peak. It’s too overwhelming to just feel. He kisses me back with unrestrained passion. My walls flutter around his fingers with each powerful wave. I feel the orgasm from my head to my toes. He works me until the final tremors subside, and I melt into him.

“How do you feel?”

“That was better than I thought it would be,” I say breathlessly. I turn in his arms. “Do you want me to,” I look down at the erection straining between us, “take care of you?”

“No. This isn’t transactional. You deserve pleasure without owing anything to anyone else.”

“Will you stay with me for a little bit? Until I fall asleep?”

“Of course.”

He stands as I slide off his lap and takes off his shirt. He drops it on top of my shorts and pulls the covers back while I put a new pair of boy short underwear on. I get in first, laying facing the window, and he slides in behind me, spooning me with warmth and comfort that sends me into a deeper sleep than I’ve had in years.

Chapter

Sixteen

CYRUS

Ican’t remember another night where I slept as well as I did last night with Harper. At some point, one of us kicked off the blanket, probably because we didn’t budge an inch from the position we fell asleep in, me wrapped around her. Her arms have goosebumps, though, so I shift to pull the blanket up.

I freeze when I notice the skin on the side of her torso. She is covered in perfectly round, red scars that I would know anywhere. I glance up to make sure she’s still sleeping and push her shirt up a bitmore to get a better look. She has at least a dozen on her left side, I can’t see the right since she’s laying on it.

I clench my jaw so hard I’m surprised I don’t break a tooth. As delicately as I can, I extract myself from her bed, so I don’t wake her. My body yearns for violence. There’s only one thing for me to do right now.

Fight.

Then I’m going to figure out who did that to her. Although I have a pretty good idea. Her fucking shit stain of a father. She’s got a good relationship with her mom; I can’t see her having any part in that.

Before I know it, I’m out of the house and walking up the stairs to the gym above the garage. The smart thing to do would be to wrap my hands before I take my aggression to the bag, but I just don’t have time for that. The rage I’m feeling has no escape valve aside from my fists.

With every punch that I land, I’m plotting ways to get to her dad. He’s in the federal penitentiary in Georgia, but I’m guessing he’s in the minimum-security wing as a nonviolent offender. What a fucking joke that is.

I could commit a felony, but it would take too long to get put in prison. There’d be no way toensure I get placed near him. And anything I would do would be a violent offense. It’s too risky.

Blood smears across the bag as I continue to land punches. Declan’s going to be pissed, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ll replace this one.

There’s really only one other option, and I fucking hate it. I know my uncle can find someone on the inside to do some damage. But that means I’ll be even more indebted to him. It’s worth it, though, if the good reverend can get some jailhouse justice.

“What the fuck, dude?” Declan grabs the bag and pulls it to the side. His eyes widen when he gets a look at me. “Christ. Why aren’t you wrapped?”

“Didn’t have time.” My chest heaves with each breath.

“What happened?” He leads me over to one of the benches and pushes me down before walking over to the first aid kit.

“Have you ever seen Harper’s bare stomach and sides?” I know she doesn’t want anyone to see the scars, but I can’t keep this in. It’ll fucking kill me. Plus, Declan and Emerson would be pissed if I didn’t tell them. They won’t say anything until she does.

He looks off into space while he thinks about it. “I don’t think so.”

“Trust me, you’d fucking remember if you had.” Idrop my head back against the wall while he cleans my knuckles with alcohol wipes. “She’s covered in cigarette burns.”

His eyes snap to mine, filled with the same anger I feel. “How many?”

“Dozens. I only saw her left side, but I assume the other side has just as many.”

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