Page 35 of Savage Scream

“Your mum?”

I shake my head and re-mouth the words, slower.

‘Travis’ mum. My step-mum.’

His brows shoot up. “Your step-mum? Travis’ mum?”

I nod and he shakes his head.

“Why?”

I do the universal sign for crazy next to my head, and he nods.

“Is this something you want to talk about? Is that why you came here?” he asks, genuinely interested, but I shake my head, and he frowns, not really understanding why I’m showing him my arms.

I could get my phone out and write out what I want to say, but it’s such a mood killer, and I like communicating with him like this.

Slowly, I shift, reaching for the hem of my cropped t-shirt, and I tug it up over my head.

When I drop it to the floor, Jared’s eyes flare and he licks his lips as his eyes travel over the black bra I’m wearing. I shift my hands to the button of my shorts next, but his hand stops me, his eyes connecting with mine.

“I wanna take them off,” he rasps, his voice huskier than it was a minute ago.

I nod, my chest rising and falling as my nerves ramp up.

He tugs me closer, between his parted legs, which brings his head to chest height. His gentle fingers graze up the backs of my thighs, over the globes of my arse and up my bare back to find the clasp of my bra.

His face is close now, his blue gaze dark with lust as he peers up at me while he slowly unclasps my bra and eases the straps down over my shoulders.

I’m so nervous I’m nearly trembling, and I’m worried if he notices that he’ll stop, but the moment the bra tumbles to my feet, Jared’s warm hands reach up and cup my breasts, his thumb grazing over one nipple before his lips close over the other.

Just like that, I forget my damn name, my head falling back at the feel of his lips on my bare skin. I’m no longer nervous. I’m hungry. Hungry for him. For Jared Crowley.

His tongue flicks over my nipple and need clenches between my legs, causing a whimper to escape me.

Pulling back, Jared glances up at me, sucking his lower lip in, even as he grins.

“Remember the rules, Dee. If you want me to stop, you have to say the words.” He winks. “Out loud. With your voice.”

I wonder which he wants more, for me to say the words so he can hear my voice, or for me to remain silent so he can keep going.

I want to give him my voice, but not in this way, so I give him a nod to let him know I understand, and he nods back.

“I’m gonna fuck you tonight, Dee. You know that, right?”

My nostrils flare at his words, and my heart pounds in my chest with both anticipation and fear, but I push aside my virginal worries and smirk. He growls in response, his hands pressing into my back as he nips at my other nipple.

Things move fast then. His hands working my shorts open as he devours my nipples, giving each good attention. By the time my shorts are pooling at my feet, my sex is ravenous, and before I realise what’s happening, Jared lifts me and has me on my back on his bed. He stands over me, his dark gaze darting to mine every few seconds as he unlaces my Docs and tugs them, my socks and my shorts off before staring down at me splayed out on his bed in only my black panties.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Dee.”

I can’t help but smile, and I point to him.

“What? I’m beautiful?” he asks and I nod. “I’d rather be hot.”

I nod again.

“I’m hot?” he asks and I nod again as he smirks.

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