Page 15 of Monster's Claim
“Are we still talking about Whiskers, oryou?”The conversation seemed to have lightened his mood.
“Don’t scream,” he said, standing.“I’vealready warned you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she saidpatiently, but she couldn’t contain her gasp as he peeled off hisshirt.
Ragged scars blended in with hard muscle andink.Another reminder of ruined perfection.No.She ought tostop thinking that way.When Matthias looked at her body, he foundnothing wrong with her.Skip and all the other assholes she’d beenwith only saw flaws they wanted to correct.She blinked, well awarehe watched her the way a wounded predator would, waiting for herjudgment.
“Come closer.Please.”
Her last word made him move closer to thebed.She sat up.Only the sound of his harsh breathing filled thespace as she reached out, touching the white lines over his abs.She locked gazes with him and ran her fingers upwards, moving fromone scar to the next.
“Tell me about them,” she said.“I want toknow your story.It’s only fair, since you know everything aboutme.”
“My brother Marco and I used to look soalike, people often mistook us for twins.”Matthias’s voice hadturned harsh as he closed his big hand over hers.“The fucker whodid this, thought I was him.He worked on me for three days.Ididn’t correct him, knowing it’s my job to keep Marco safe.”
“Why?”she whispered.Her heart twisted atthe thought of her Matthias, being tortured by some psycho whomistook him for his brother.
“Marco’s the firstborn, the next head of thefamily,” Matthias said as if that explained everything.
“Sit down,” she said.
He frowned but sat on the edge of the bedanyway.She hugged him from behind, feeling all of his musclestensing up, but he relaxed a few seconds later.
“I’m sorry,” she said, pressing a kiss to ascar on his left shoulder.
“For what?You’re not responsible for thesescars.”
“Because by asking you about them, you’reforced to relive painful memories.”
He took her hand in his, kissed them.“Ican’t remember the last time anyone asked about them.Most of themembers of the Familia look at me and only see a monster.”
“You’re not a monster, not to me.”Larainsisted.
“Even if you’re just saying those wordsbecause you’re afraid of me, they mean plenty to me,” he said.
He peeled away from the hug, only to pushher gently back against the pillows.Matthias rolled over her, allmuscled six-foot plus of him.He took her hands and pinned themabove her head, not to hold her down, but to spread his fingersover hers.Like this, she was even more aware of the fact she wascompletely naked, exposed to his gaze.Excitement shot down herspine.
When Lara first woke in Matthias’s basement,she thought she was destined to die once he got the answers out ofher.When she fell from those stairs, she’d made them bothprisoners.He cared about her.She was attracted to him in ways shecouldn’t understand.Lara no longer cared about what could happentomorrow.The only thing that mattered was the present.Thatthought gave her courage to say her next words.
“I’m not scared of you.Not anymore.”
“Brave words, little captive,” he said,tracing her bottom lip with one callused finger.
“You could have let me fall down thosestairs.You didn’t need me anymore.Instead, you went out of yourway to save me.Maybe I’m not the only captive here,” Lara daredwhisper.
He sealed his lips over hers in answer,thrusting his tongue deep down her throat.Matthias released herfingers and cupped her breast and played with her tits, squeezingthem.Moisture gathered between her legs.Lara was so wet for him,so ready.She wanted to experience what his cock would feel likeinside of her.
Matthias lowered his head, planting kissesdown the side of her neck, sucking at the hollow of hercollarbones.His hand found her wet pussy again and began to strokeher back and forth while he continued to explore the rest of herbody.She moaned.He licked at her nipple, then closed his mouthover it and bit, leaving the perfect imprint of his teeththere.
“Get yourself off on my hand,” he said,palming her slick folds.“I want you primed and ready to take mydick.”
She could only answer him with a moan as shedid as he asked.God.His hand against her cunt, the mostintimate part of her body felt so good.What would the real thingfeel like?She ground her pussy against him, letting the pressureinside her build.He moved to her other nipple, leaving his markthere as well.She cried out, both from the building waves ofpleasure radiating from her core to the rest of her body and theaches from his bites.
“Tell me what you are,” he said with agrowl, working her between her legs faster.
She raised her hips to meet his hand withwild abandon, not caring how crude she was being.Shame flew outthe window a long time ago.
“Yours,” she answered without question.
