Page 23 of Scarred in Silence
“Fine. You have twenty minutes.”
I put the ladder down and make my descent.
She sits on the bed with her breakfast bag. She appears to have gained a pound or two, which is a good sign.
I lean against the wall and watch her eat. She picks at her bagel, looking at me between bites. Somehow, she is making this weird.
“You wanted me to watch you eat?”
She shrugs her shoulders, as if it doesn’t bother her.
I roll my eyes and go to walk up the ladder, but the rattling of chains stops me.
“Please wait… I need to talk to you.”
I stop and turn to face her. She now stands in front of me with her arms crossed and her eyes search mine for answers.
“About what?”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I ran… I’m sorry that I sold my body to other men. You know that I have always wanted you… It’s always been you.”
I search her eyes for any signs of doubt, but I don’t see any. She looks genuine in this moment. I know she is suffering from withdrawals, so that could cloud her judgment still. I bring my hand up and tuck her hair behind her ear. Her full lips part, and she licks her lips. Fuck me.
“You know… I cheated on you so many times.”
She swallows thickly.
“I-I know…”
“Why did you forgive me?”
She casts her eyes down at my chest, unable to hold my gaze.
“Fucking look at me!”
She looks up into my eyes, her eyes glassy.
“Why did you come back to me?”
“Because.. I’m a whore…”
Ihold back the smirk that wants to form on my lips.
“Yes. You are. You’re my fucking whore.”
I snake my hand around her hair and fist it, forcing her head back, exposing her fragile neck.
“I’ve missed you, little Siren.” I sink my teeth into her neck and she moans. Fuck.
My cock swells in my jeans. Her hands lace around my neck, and I pull back from her neck, staring deep into her glacier-colored eyes.
I crash my mouth to hers. Fuck, she tastes so sweet. I can taste the spearmint toothpaste as I bite onto her bottom lip. A familiar metallic taste blossoms in my mouth as I suck on her lip. She moans into my mouth. I release her hair, and my hand travels to her neck. Squeezing slightly.
She releases her hands from my neck and runs them down my back. Fuck, I have missed her touch. Her hand finds my back pocket, and I shove her off of me. She falls down against the concrete floor, the sound of chains scraping the concrete bouncing off the walls. Fucking bitch.
“You thought you could fucking trick me?”
She looks at me as if she is fucking terrified. She should be. I’m seeing fucking red.
