Page 38 of Beautifully Wounded

As I ease my finger out and then slide it back in, I picture Ringo’s face. His broad chest and those rippling abs. I try to wonder what his face would look like as he slides himself inside this… thing.

Would his face contort?

Would he moan?

Does he fill it full of his—

“A-hem.”

The sound of a throat clearing behind me has me stiffening, and I pray to a god that has done nothing but let me down, that my ears are playing tricks on me, and Ringo isn’t standing right behind me as I hold this sex toy with my finger inserted deep inside it.

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“What are you doing, Angel?”

Not in a million fucking years would I have thought this sight is what I’d walk in on.

I fucking debated for a split second, not letting her know I was there watching her just to see what she’d do next. I mean, slipping her delicate finger inside my sucking fleshlight pussy had me instantly hard, a feat no other woman has been successful in doing for three fucking years now.

No one but an eighteen-year-old emotionally wounded blonde angel that I kidnapped.

Well, fuck me.

If this isn’t a fucking dilemma.

That innocent little gasp she does so often flies from her lips as she spins, holding my fuck toy, her caramel eyes wide with fear as she starts shaking her head.

“I… I… Um…”

I chuckle.

“You want me to show you how it works?”

Her brows shoot high.

“What?” she squeaks, and I step closer, backing her up until her legs hit the bed and she falls back on her arse.

“It has a few functions,” I say, taking it from her trembling grip. “I can simply fuck it myself, or use the vibrating mode to give me some extra sensations.” I press the button on the end, and it comes to life, vibrating in my hand.

I watch Abbey closely, the way she still trembles but also the way her eyes dart from my face to the toy in my hand, taking it all in.

“Or I can use the suction function,” I tell her, pressing the buttons to change the mode, and fuck me. Her cheeks flare redder than before as she squirms.

Is she aroused?

Fuck. My cock jerks at the possibility.

I shouldn’t fucking do this. She’s barely an adult. She’s been through so much, yet for some reason, I don’t think her trembles are from fearing me entirely. I think she fears the way she’s feeling. And fuck if I can turn my back on her.

I hardly know this girl, and I swear she’s fucking bewitched me.

Leaning closer, I use my finger and slowly insert it in between the folds of my toy, letting her hear how it sucks my digit. “Do you want to feel it?”

Her doe eyes dart back to mine, her lips parting to answer, but nothing comes out.

“You don’t have to,” I tell her and her brows furrow.

“Don’t I?”

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