Page 105 of Dreadful
“It doesn’t matter what he did or didn’t do to me.Iwronged you.” Grief and shame lace his words, and his rough voice cuts into my heart like a knife. His burnt caramel eyes are red with emotion. “You nearly sacrificed your life for mine, and I didn’t even have the courage to fight for you—”
“But you were just aboy, Sev. It…it wasn’t your fault.” I collapse to my knees and cup his face in my hands. Tears stream down my face with abandon now. My body trembles, and he leans in to hold me. Our foreheads touch as I whisper the words we both need to hear. “None of this was your fault.”
He wraps his arms around my waist and tugs me to him. “I’m sorry, Tallie—”
I collide my lips with his as my emotions pour into a scorching kiss. My lips are wet with tears, but his need is just as feverish as my own. His tongue seeks the seam of my lips and I open for him, tasting him and hints of me inside. The kiss becomes something more as soon as our tongues caress. It unlocks something in him, and he suddenly stands and sweeps me off the floor.
“Sev, your ankle. I’m too heavy—”
“I want to carry my woman, Tallie. Don’t worry about my pain. I’m only concerned with making yours go away.”
He grabs his cane, and I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him. When he secures his arm under me, my core rubs against his half-zipped pants, and his thickening cock brushes against my clit. A combination of a moan and a hiss whispers from my mouth, and he chuckles against my lips.
“Soon,dolcezza.”
He kisses me and holds me firmly against his chest, stopping me from grinding against him. His steps are labored at first, but I don’t second-guess him. With the help of his cane, he makes it out of the meat locker and into the antique elevator just fine.
Once inside I try to slide down, but he grips my ass cheek to bring me closer. I yelp, confused at the ache there, until a satisfied groan rumbles his chest.
“You’re warm to the touch where my cane kissed your skin, Tallie. I can’t wait to do the same.”
He yanks the sturdy copper scissor gate closed and presses a glowing button for the top floor. As soon as it starts moving, he pushes me against the gate and hooks his fingers into a metal diamond above my head. He grinds his cock into my center, massaging against my swollen and needy clit.
“Oh, Sev—”
He crashes against my lips, cutting off my moan. I’m intoxicated by him, and even though we arrive at the top floor in no time, it feels like an eternity.
Once we get there, he carries me out of the elevator and through the apartment. I glance around the room, but it’s nearly pitch-black thanks to the thick curtains over the windows. I’m curious to see how Sev lives, but he doesn’t give me enough time to savor it and whisks me through the room.
I’ve soaked the exposed portions of his boxer briefs, and I hum my appreciation when the tip of his long cock slips out of the elastic and teases my clit. I roll my hips against him to make it happen again, but he sets his cane aside and gently lays me down on a soft, thick comforter. He crawls over me, and we both quickly tear off the rest of my shredded clothing.
My dress gives little resistance before it’s gone completely. Sev sucks my nipple into his mouth and releases it with a pop. I moan and thread my fingers through his hair to keep him there. He tweaks and massages one breast while his tongue laves at the other. When the taut peak underneath his fingers becomes too sensitive, I whimper lightly. He immediately switches between them to bring it into his warm mouth and gently flick the wet one with his fingertips. It feels good, but my core is pulsing for him to fill it already.
“More, Sev. Please, I ache.”
“Don’t worry,dolcezza.I’ll take care of you.”
He leaves a light kiss over my heart before trailing his tongue along my scars, all the way up my neck and jaw. The new sensations there shock me, but I lean into his touch.
I’ve always been self-conscious about people seeing the evidence of the worst night of my life. The scars made me feel weak, ugly. But Sever’s attention is sensual and desperate with need, like he can’t get enough of me. He’s loving a part of me that I haven’t, and that makes me feel like a survivor rather than a victim. The already sensitive skin becomes even more so as he nips and licks, making me tremble.
When he sits up, I can’t take waiting anymore and claw at his jeans, pulling them and his boxers over his round muscular ass. He quickly helps me by sliding off the bed and finishes the job. Once they are off, he stands tall and ready in the dim light. My mouth waters as we both take the other in.
He’s breathtakingly huge in every aspect, and shadows define his muscles even more as the light plays across everywhere I want to be. His abs end in a “V,” pointing the way to his cock, heavy and weeping with arousal. He fists the shaft and strokes it up and down, and I bite my lip, barely holding back my moan.
Our gazes lock as he steps forward and positions himself at my entrance. His free hand wraps around my neck, and his thumb brushes over my scars. The touch is gentle, but his jaw is set in a serious line.
“No more of this suicide mission, Tallie.”
“What?” Confusion flickers over my mind before anger explodes in my chest. “What the hell, Sever? You can’t tell me to stop—”
He squeezes the sides of my neck, and desire floods my core as he tames me with one firm hand. The determination on his face captivates me, and I keep my mouth shut as he continues.
“This is no longer a suicide mission. You’re not going to have to do this alone anymore. I’m going to help you. Which means…you need to start thinking about a future. With me.”
He removes his hand from my throat to guide his cock inside me, but I yank his hand back to my neck, guiding and then forcing him to squeeze the sides again. He stills instantly, and his eyes narrow to where my hand covers his. When his gaze returns to mine, I swallow against his palm, trying to push aside the shame I know I don’t deserve to feel.
Sev won’t judge me.
