“Talk to me, baby,” I urged.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and took a deep, shuddering breath against my skin.
“I think… I think your mom’s brother did something to me, but I can’t remember,” she whispered. “I want to, but I can’t.”
I pulled back slightly to look down at her, studying her face. That desperate need to understand what had happened to her stared back. I knew in that moment I couldn’t keep hiding what I knew. Not when she was tearing herself apart trying to access memories her mind had locked away to protect her.
“He didn’t do anything to you,” I said softly, cupping her face with one hand. “But you witnessed something he’s part of being done to a friend. Her name was Arabella. She was on scholarship at your elementary school and Quinn said you were inseparable.”
Forever’s eyes bore into mine as I broke down what her mother told me. Leaning on hypnotherapy.
“She only knows the details you don’t remember because of what you revealed in therapy. Before that, all she knew was the principal called and said you were found behind the school, passed out…” I paused, struggling to find words that wouldn’t devastate her further. “Your mother thinks you tried to help Arabella and hit your head if the man pushed you away, but that’s a theory. That also means he had to know you were from an important family. When they found you, you were unconscious, and when you woke up in the hospital, you didn’t remember any of it.”
I kissed and wiped her tears away, knowing exactly what I had to do next.
CHAPTER 43
FOREVER
My wrists strainedagainst the silk tie binding me to the headboard as Demetrius’s tongue worked magic between my thighs. Each slow lick sent electricity through my body, making me arch and whimper. I was desperate for him, desperate to feel something other than the hollow ache that had settled in my chest after learning the truth about my past. Sex was easier than facing reality, and right now, all I wanted was to lose myself in sensation.
“This my pussy.” His words vibrated against my sensitive flesh, followed by a deep kiss that made my hips buck. “Tell me it’s mine.”
He slurped obscenely, the wet sounds of his mouth filling our bedroom. My toes curled as he dragged his tongue from my entrance to my clit and circled it.
“It’s yours,” I gasped, squirming beneath him. “I’m yours. Please, I’m begging you to fuck me.”
My body was on fire, my mind blissfully blank except for the need building between my legs. I knew it wasn’t healthy, using him to escape this way, but he’d started it and right now… Right now, I needed him inside me.
He moaned against my pussy, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through my body. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open for his assault. I arched off the bed as he sucked my clit into his mouth, tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive bud.
“Fuck,” I cried out, another orgasm crashed through me. “Baby, please… I can’t take any more.”
He looked up at me, his face glistening with my essence, eyes dark with hunger. The sight of him between my legs, his perfect mouth wet from pleasuring me, almost made me cum again.
“You can take more,” he said, his voice low and rough as he descended, making me writhe and pull against my restraints.
By the time he finally relented, I was a trembling, sweaty mess. My throat was raw from begging, my body limp from multiple orgasms.
Demetrius pressed a kiss to my collarbone as he untied my wrists.
“I want you to think about how bad you want to be fucked for the rest of the night,” he told me, smiling as he massaged the grooves in my wrists. “Keep that pussy warm for me, and we’ll continue this later.”
“You can’t be serious,” I whispered, watching in disbelief as he climbed off the bed.
He winked at me before disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of the shower starting soon followed.
I kicked at the comforter in frustration, punching the mattress beside me. My body was still humming with need, my pussy throbbing and wet. How could he leave me like this? I considered finishing myself off, but knew it wouldn’t be the same. Nothing compared to that man when he was deep inside me.
I lay there, listening to the shower run until the water finally shut off, and he emerged completely naked, water droplets stillclinging to his skin as he walked to the closet without a glance in my direction. I admired the perfect curve of his ass, the strong muscles of his back, silently cursing him for denying me.
When he returned thirty minutes later, my irritation turned to intrigue. He was dressed in all black. No jewelry, not even his wedding band or the Cuban link he wore daily. The sun had just set, and there was only one reason a man like Demetrius would dress like that at this hour.
I sat up, sheet falling away from my naked body.
“Where you going, Echo?”
His eyes scanned over me briefly before returning to my face. There was something cold in his gaze now, a shift from the playful dominance of earlier.