Page 74 of Paper Thin Love

He coughs. Wow, it’s rare to catch Uncle Lucas off guard.“Why?”

“Was she just a one-night stand, or did you love her?” I press. Uncle Lucas has refused to tell Titan anything about his mom. Eventually, Titan stopped asking.

“It’s irrelevant.”

“What is? Love or the lack thereof?”

“Both.”

How did you stop the itchiness in your now dead heart, uncle?

“What is relevant, then?”

“Survival.”

Did Lucas kill her? Did he love her? Did he even have a choice?

“I’m going to turn Titan’s phone off. Dash,” Lucas pauses as if a man like Uncle Lucas knows the definition of struggling.“Please survive. It will make sense eventually.”

The line goes dead.

I stare at the phone. I wish I didn’t speak to him.

Knock, knock, knock.

My body jerks as my door rumbles. I grab the gun that Dante gave me before I answer it. I crack open the door, finger on the trigger.“Mila,” I put the gun on my desk and swing the door open wide. A flood of emotions rushes into the chambers of my heart, pumping wildly through my body. Anger, fury, fear, worry.

Bright colors flood my eyes, mirroring my thoughts. Mila’s small, trembling hands are covered in paint. Her eyes look at me as if she has found refuge after being stranded in the Arctic.

I grab her shoulders, drag her inside, close the door, and press her back against it.“What happened?” I demand as I search her body for injury.Grabbing her hands, I push the paint off her fingertips, searching for signs she cut herself.

Nothing. I move to her wrists only to find them unmarred except for all the paint.

You did it, little fox. You changed your coat. She didn’t hurt herself.She tried to purge her emotions through the paint instead.

She bites her bottom lip.

Fuck it!

Bending down, I take what her mouth tried to taste. I sink my teeth into her bottom lip, then suck it into my mouth as I kiss her. A prelude to heaven fills my mouth as her tongue brushes against mine. I pour all my rage into the kiss.

How dare she!

I wrap my tongue around hers, swallowing her moans as I suck it into my mouth. She moves with me, dances with me like I'm her partner, guiding her tongue over mine, then allowing me to lead her.

Is that what Jared feels when he dances with her? If so, he's dead!

I want to bottle this up so only I can relish it.

God, her taste! I tried to recreate it when I jerked off, imagining all the details of her body, but the memory didn’t compare to this. Blood rushes to my cock as her hips start to grind into mine. She wants it. Badly. Not as bad as I do.

“Where were you?” I seethe as I bite her shoulder. My lips move to her jawline, her canvas of lies. Her skin might be smooth on the outside, but inside, she is covered in scars, riddled with the pain of fresh cuts from surviving another day.

Her fingers comb through my hair; the most relaxing sensation courses through my bones. Mila’s shoulders rise as she inhales deep, her trembling lips part, but no words come out.

I feel like I’m going to explode. I sink lower, then suck her hard nipple into my mouth. Only the thin fabric of her shirt stops me from tasting her flesh.

“Dash, please,” she sighs, her thighs clench.

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