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PROLOGUE

SCAR

3 months ago

Seeing her in that dress—thatdamn fucking dress—is what sent me over the edge. Laying here getting my dick sucked by… Hell, I don’t know her fucking name, but after seeing her dancing with those fucking pricks circling her, I told the first woman I saw to get on my bike. That is how easy it was. Women see the cut, the tattoos, and that’s it. They practically throw their panties at me. It’s great, but boring. Don’t get me wrong, the fucking can be great, and I mean really fucking great. It scratches the itch, but it doesn’t satisfy me completely. I’ve never really wanted a relationship, well not with any of the women I take to my bed. I wasn’t opposed to it, but I just knew that I hadn’t found the right girl for it. Until Rhea, that is. I don’t know what it is about her that intrigues me so much.

I sigh and look down at the girl sucking my dick, just not feeling it. “Darlin’, you need to go,” I tell her.

She removes her mouth from my dick, making a pop sound from where she was sucking so hard. “What?” she asks, confused.

“It ain’t happening,” I tell her. “I’ll book you a cab,” I say as I slide my jeans back up.

She sits back, just watching me. “But we didn’t even have sex,” she says with a pout on her face.

“I know, but I’m not in the mood,” I say with a shrug.

“But my friend Stacy said that you were the best fuck she’s ever had. Did I do something wrong?” she asks with a confused look on her face.

I rub my face, sighing. I really do need to calm it down with the fucking. “You did nothing. I just think I’m coming down with flu,” I lie. She sighs in relief and nods before she gets up off the bed. I hand her bag to her and see her out, doing my best to ignore the ol’ ladies and the rest of the club drinking and partying night away. Once she’s gone, I disappear back to my room and strip off.

As I get in the shower, I need the feel of the hot spray on my face and body, trying to get the thought of Rhea out of my mind. It’s obvious that Acid likes her, even if he can’t see it himself yet. Maybe if I could just have one night with her, get it out of my system, then Acid can have her.

I get out of the shower and chuck on a pair of sweats before heading to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, and it’s then that I hear how quiet it’s gone. Changing course, I walk through the bar, deciding to get something stronger than water. When I see Acid and Rhea at the bar, I hear the proposition he makes her, and I can’t stop my feet from walking towards them.

“Does this offer extend to anyone, or is this a private thing?” I ask, exchanging a look with Acid. If he signals for me to back off I will, but I’m not going to miss my chance when it comes to Rhea. I swear, just seeing her big brown innocent eyes go wide has my dick already hardening. Closing the distance, I stop just in front of her, watching as Acid trails kisses along her neck. Her breath quickens and I gently reach out, stroking along the swell of herbreasts. “You don’t have to do anything. You want this, then just say the word,” I stated, hoping to comfort her.

Then she breathes the word, the one word that I swear as it leaves her lips has me fighting every feral instinct to fuck her then and there. “Yes,” she breathes, barely making a sound, her body completely overcome with need and desire.

As Acid leads her down to his room, my eyes are glued to her round peach ass. She freezes in the doorway, and it’s then that I feel her body tense.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I remind her.

“No, I do. It’s just, I’m nervous,” she admits. Acid slowly guides her inside and after shutting the door behind us, I graze my fingers up her thighs, feeling her shiver at my touch. I grab the hem of her dress and lift it over her head. A deep rumble irrupts from just seeing her plump bare ass. A small thong disappears between her cheeks, and as Acid removes it, my fingers itch to touch her.

I glide my hands around her waist, dipping lower to between her legs as my mouth trails kisses along her shoulder and neck. She’s wet, and my fingers just glide right in and out of her with ease. Fuck, I want nothing more than to bury myself deep inside her. Acid demands a taste, so I withdraw my fingers. Keeping hold of her, my hand lifts and cups her breast, rolling her perfect nipple between my fingers.

Feeling her body come apart as Acid feasts on her makes me painfully hard. On shaky legs Acid tells her to lay on the bed and spread her legs for me to see. I remove my sweats and stand there, a drop of pre-cum leaking at the tip of my cock, just from the fucking sight of her glistening wet pussy. Another growl rumbles through my throat and I drop to my knees. Grabbing her hips, I yank her down to my salivating mouth. Her taste is intoxicating and I eat her like she’s my last fucking meal,tasting everything that she has to give me. Her hips buck and I hold her down, loving the way her legs shake as her orgasm erupts through her. I don’t stop riding out her orgasm. When she’s finished, I look at her from between her legs, heat burning through me at the sight of her.

“I could eat your pussy all fucking day and night,” I state truthfully. Her taste and watching her come apart like that just from my mouth, fucking beautiful.

When she looks between us, innocently asking what now, I want to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and fuck her all night long, but I know that can’t happen. I will take whatever I can get of her. She can’t even say the words. Fuck, she’s adorable.

“I will do my best to give you a good blow job. Um, I haven’t done it in a really long time, but if it helps, I will hang my head off the edge of the bed. Apparently, you get better access and you can deep throat me,” she says, her cheeks heating.

What I wanted to say was that I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to feel her squeeze my dick as she climaxed, but instead I smiled. “Whatever you are comfortable with.” She moves her body, hanging her head off the edge of the bed. The tip of my cock touches her lips, and at that moment Acid glides himself inside her.

She has a look of awe on her face, and I just know that she has never been fucked for it to feel good. Never felt pleasure. She looks up at me with those warm brown eyes, now full of pleasure, and opens her mouth, taking as much of my dick as she can. I hit the back of her throat and as she sucks and swirls her tongue, I groan, moving my cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her. Pleasure quickly consumes her body and as she releases me from her mouth, she fixes her gaze on Acid. I watch as both of them become transfixed on each other.

Stepping back, I grab my sweats and leave, feeling like it’s gone from the three of us, to me now intruding on their moment. Hearing her screams as she climaxes, I walk into my room and don’t bother relieving myself. Laying there, I curse myself, my head, and my fucking heart for feeling shit for a woman I have no right in feeling.

CHAPTER ONE

SCAR

Present Day

Day number fuckknows how many. I’ve not moved from this dark cellar since arriving. As I walk continuously around this room, not seeing daylight or the feel of fresh air on my skin has me feeling like I’m slowly losing my mind. I think back to the girl with red hair: Elsie. I fucking hoped she would come back, and not just for the fact that she gave me some water and an apple. Her scent reminded me of an orange grove, of fresh sunshine and citrus.

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