Page 88 of Tempt Me (Dark Odyssey 4)

She sucks me hard, giving me more of what I crave. Her tongue glides up and down my length as she sucks, and her hot, wet mouth takes me deeper and deeper. She sucks harder, and my balls tighten, then my little bellezza weakens me further when she releases my cock and starts sucking my balls.

Fuck… I can feel my release, and I want to be inside her. I feel like a selfish bastard as I reach for her and pull her to her feet. Like a fucking animal, I turn her to face the wall, grab her ass, and plunge straight into her hot pussy.

I start to fuck her hard and rough, just the way I like it. Her ass jiggles as I pound into her and our bodies slap together with the raw rhythm.

I know I’m too rough, but she takes it, and she loves it. My name is on her gorgeous mouth again. It tangles with her moans of ecstasy, which encourage me to take more and more. I do.

I fuck her until it drains me, and when I blow into her, I am drained. It’s like a bit of life force has been taken away, sucked away with the pleasure I sought so greedily to claim.

Her knees wobble as she tries to straighten up, and I catch her, slipping my arm around her midsection to keep her steady.

I know she’s tired, but I wonder if like me, she doesn’t want the night to end.

I run my hand over her wet hair. It’s then I see something I haven’t seen before. It’s a little scar just behind her ear, in between the top of her earlobe and her hairline. Very small and indented into her skin but there, visible when her hair’s wet.

I run my finger over it and lean closer to her ear.

“What happened to you here, baby?”

She pauses for a second, like she’s thinking of the right answer, then turns her head and smiles at me.

“Scar from my accident,” she replies.

I’d believe her if I weren’t who I am. I’d believe her if I didn’t know all that came with the darkness of my world.

That’s a cigarette burn scar.

I know what it looks like. I’ve made that mark enough times to know.

In that moment, I know too that someone did that to her.

Who would do that?

Who would hurt her like that?

I remember Mark saying she had a rough life.

Was that part of it?

She looks up at me with her tired eyes. “It was a bad accident. The scar looked worse years ago.”

“How long, baby?”

“Ten. I was sixteen.” The same sadness I saw earlier this morning and yesterday reappears in her eyes.

I sense that there’s something more I’m not privy to, and she was definitely crying for more than Mark.

Feeling her rest against me, I scoop her up and carry her to bed, where she falls sleep in my arms. I look at her cocooned in my arms and try to remember what she’s supposed to be to me.

A debt repayment… but she never felt that way to me.

As I watch her in deep slumber again, I wonder what her story is.

Would she tell me?

* * *

I sit by the window smoking a cigar, watching the city come alive. The Chicago skyline is right in my line of sight from this side of the building. It shimmers into view with the sun, waking like the rest of the world.

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