Page 23 of Scar

“Only whores get tossed out on their asses, Marisa. Wives are forever.”

CHAPTER 21 – SCAR

She’s blowing hot and cold, but something between us has shifted tonight. I think about all the time we wasted arguing and it seems pointless now. We may not want to be married, but our circumstances have forced us together and we might as well try to make the best of it.

We climb into the car and it’s not long before Allegra puts her head back and promptly falls asleep. Her head slides against the backrest until it lands on my shoulder, and I can’t help but feel comforted by the warmth of her body against mine.

I know that she was in the lady’s room with Marisa tonight; I saw them both go in and decided against interfering. Let the chips fall where they may and all that. Truth be told, I’m surprised that neither of them came out torn to shreds, but I felt the charge in my bones when Allegra came back to me and snuggled into my side possessively. Almost like she was staking her claim, reminding Marisa who I belonged to. She held on to me for dear life throughout the rest of the night, clung to me like a second skin, and this may have been to spite Marisa, but I can’t lie and say it didn’t fucking turn me on. Especially knowing that now Marisa would have no doubt remaining in her mind that she and I are over. Maybe now she’d stop with the pesky phone calls.

Allegra stirs as the car comes to a stop, then gathers her bearings as we climb out of the car. I extend my hand, giving her the crutch she needs so her sleepy self doesn’t fall and break her neck, but she just waves me off and tells me she can manage.

“I want you in one piece, Allegra.”

Her head whips towards me, the sleep suddenly gone from her eyes. Such a loaded comment for me to make.

“Why do you care, Scar?”

It’s the first time she addresses me with any emotion that does not resemble disdain. Something has changed. I feel her thawing as her eyes soften towards me and I take her hand, leading her up the stairs.

“Get some rest, Allegra,” I say, leaving her at the top of the stairs before I turn toward my room.

“Scar…I’m going to need help getting this dress off.”

The dress is so tight, it’s waterlogged fabric literally sewn to her skin. The minute she tries to peel it off, she winces with the pain as the fabric scratches against her skin, leaving red welts. I grab the scissors and crouch down in front of her, looking up at her expectantly. There’s no other way, and she knew this; that’s why she asked for my help over waking up Juliana so late into the night.

“It’s a beautiful dress,” I tell her. “It looks beautiful on you.”

She tsks and laughs. “I can’t live in it forever.”

I start to cut up the middle of the dress, moving the scissors slowly in a straight line up her legs. There’s no avoiding touching her skin, and I hear the sharp intake of her breath as I steady one arm on her thigh and continue moving upwards.

“Careful,” she whispers, as the sharp blade of the scissors glances past her crotch. The dress is tight here, before it tightens more and tapers up to her stomach, hugging her like a mold. I look up at her face; she’s looking down at me, a dark butknowing smirk on her face. She’s enjoying every moment of my discomfort as I continue moving up her body.

I’m careful to pull away the fabric as I continue my upward ascent, not entirely immune to my awkward position between her legs. Her hands go to my shoulders, as though to steady herself, although she doesn’t lean her weight on me. I can’t help but inhale as I cut past her cunt, her intoxicating smell like a toxic poison floating through the air. The scissors stop mid cut as I breathe and take in her lacy black thong. I can’t look past it.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck me.

“Scar?”

I shake off the devious thoughts parading through my head and continue to cut, peeling away the layer slowly, careful not to let the fabric scratch against her skin. I did this to her. I made her wear this dress, and now her body is a mass of red rashes as she bites back her pain. She’s brave, I’ll grant her that.

“Breathe in,” I mumble, when I get to her breastbone, and she takes a deep breath, holding it in. The dress is so tight here, there’s not much room between her skin and the fabric glued to it. I push at her skin, using my fingers as the buffer underneath the dress so I don’t cut her. I cut past her breasts, moving upward, and I’m almost at the dip of her cleavage when she breathes out and I relax…and nip at her skin.

Allegra hisses and I hasten the final cut, pushing away both ends of the dress so she is free of the constricting material. My eyes travel to her chest to inspect the damage from the cut; she’s not wearing a bra. I can’t help but stare for a few seconds before I lift my gaze to meet her eyes; there’s something brewing in the depths of her dark eyes and she’s staring at me like it’s the first time she’s seeing me. I step forward, twosteps until I’m inches away from her. There’s a tiny cut above the valley between her breasts, a drop of blood oozing from beneath her skin. It’s small, and it will heal quickly, but I’m somehow mesmerized by the sight of her nakedness and her blood decorating it.

I lean forward and lick my lips.

My breath hitches, heart pounding in a rhythm that matches the pulse in her neck. Her chest rises and falls, the movement accentuating the curve of her body. I feel the heat radiating from her skin, the scent of her mingling with the metallic tang of blood.

“Hold still,” I murmur, my voice a rough whisper.

Allegra doesn’t move. Her silence fuels me, the spark in her eyes igniting something primal within me. I lower my head, the tip of my tongue flicking out to the drop of blood. It’s warm and smooth, a reminder of her fragility and her strength. I trace the cut with my tongue, savoring the sharp tang of iron. I can’t help thinking that a blood oath brought us together, and now her blood binds her to me for all time.

A soft gasp escapes her lips, and I feel her body tense against my touch. The sound sends a shiver down my spine, a thrill of power and control that makes my blood sing. I pull back slightly, my eyes locked on hers, searching for any sign of weakness. Instead, I find only resolve, her gaze unyielding despite the tremor in her body.

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