Page 11 of A Moment Too Soon

“I was so swollen and bruised that he opted to lock me in a room for a month so I could heal,” I say.

“Bex,” Jett says.

“Right,” I say. “You bought me to be your wife and give you a kid, right?”

“Why do you ask?” Jerome questions.

“Garrett forced me to have a hysterectomy two years ago,” I say. “I am of no use to you because I cannot give you or anyone else a child.”

“Prove it,” he says simply.

“Oh, let me just pull an ultrasound out of my ass,” I snip, but stop myself and close my eyes. “I’m sorry…. How?”

“Scars,” Jett says. “You have surgical scars.”

“Oh… Right,” I sigh.

“First, I’d like to see this bruising he mentioned on your breast,” he says.

“It’s easier just to say you wanna see my titties,” I say as I pull the strap of my dress down my arm so I can pull the dress down and reveal my breast.

“I suppose I cou… Jesus Christ, Bex,” Jerome says. “Lay her back across your lap, Jett.”

Jett turns me so I can lie back, and he moves closer. “Damn,” I say when I look down and the side of my breast is black and blue in the vague outline of a handprint. Jerome pulls my arm up above my head before gently caressing my breast.

“Does it hurt?” he asks.

“The bruises don’t. My nipple is…sensitive. More so than normal,” I say.

“Gentle touches she seems to handle okay. I think anything more than light would cause pain,” Jett says.

“Hmm,” Jerome replies. My eyes are closed, so I don’t realize his plan until Jerome leans down and lightly sucks on my nipple. I gasp loudly and damn near come up off the couch, but I don’t object.

“Oh, but you don’t have a comparison,” Jett offers. I open my eyes and look up at him, and he winks at me. I realize in this moment that I have my thighs pressed together tightly. Jerome has his large hand wrapped around my thigh, so he also can tell that I am clearly turned on by this. Jerome pulls the other side down before sucking harder on my nipple. When he nips, I moan far louder than intended.

“Interesting,” Jerome says simply as he sits up and Jett fixes my dress. “May I see the scars?”

“You ask me as though I have a choice in the matter, Jerome,” I deadpan before pulling my dress up to my waist.

“It’s courtesy,” he says.

“I have one long incision just above the pubic bone and two smaller ones, one at each hip. They tried to just do laparoscopic, I think, but ended up cutting me open. They took the uterus and cervix but left my ovaries.”

“And you are positive that is the surgery that was performed?”

“Well, the freak has it in a jar on his desk, so yeah. I am pretty confident,” I say.

“Uh… Ew?” Jett says. “Why?”

“Because he said it was a reminder that he owns me and he can do whatever he wants to my body,” I say. Jerome lightly drags his fingers across the scars, from one hip to the other, and my breath audibly catches in my throat.

“I wasn’t actually trying to tease you this time, but now I’m tempted,” Jerome remarks. “You can sit up.”

Jerome sits back in front of me and sighs. “So, here’s the deal, Bex. I have limited options here…”

“No,” I say as panic builds.

“Garrett will be handled, but I spent…” he starts to say. Before I can stop myself, I jump up and back away from him as I start crying.

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