Page 57 of Pretty Plaything
Chapter 29
ASHIVER RUNS DOWNmy spine as Sienna traces her fingers over my back. I don’t know why the fuck I even let her touch me like that.
I’ve never done it before.
Hell, I don’t even like to show my scars to anyone. The looks of pity and questions are the last thing I need or want.
The reminders of my failures are only mine, and I shouldn’t share them with anyone, especially not with Sienna.
But as she keeps running her fingers over my scars, I don’t want to tell her to stop either.
“What about this one?” Her fingers follow the contour of one of my thickest scars on my side. “What happened?”
“I was sent after one of my family’s enemies. We were fighting on a rooftop, and he had a knife. I got distracted because a car on the street below honked. It was a big mistake. The guy got me just as I turned in the direction of the sound.”
“Did it hurt a lot?” she asks.
“I don’t know. I guess. There was a lot of blood. I was lucky that the knife didn’t go in deeper.”
It’s so easy to talk to her about it that it’s almost scary.
I’ve never done it before. Never wanted to.
But the words just spill out of my mouth anyway.
“What about these?” She gently touches my shoulder blade, as if she’s afraid she might hurt me, which is ridiculous.
Why would she even care?
“Punishment,” I say, “for letting the guy get away.”
“Punishment?” Her voice is filled with incredulity. “But how—”
“A whip.”
She gasps. “Someone whipped you?”
