Page 53 of Evolve

“Fuck baby, you smell so goddamned good. I knew you would. He sure as fuck doesn’t deserve to smell this dripping pussy, does he?” I growl.

She whimpers in response but her cunt clenches and her arousal begins to leak down her thighs. The sight makes me groan again and I fight the need to rub my cock on the bed, seeking friction wherever I can get it.

“Say it. Tell me he doesn’t deserve this pussy,” I grunt when she doesn’t respond.

“He doesn’t deserve my pussy,” she whispers and then moans with anticipation, pushing her hips toward me.

The sight of her trying to grind her cunt on my face snaps my last thread of restraint. Done with waiting, I stick my tongue out and lick from her clit all the way back to her tight pussy hole. Her body shakes beneath me as she moans into the sheets. I repeat the move and hum out a sound of delight at her flavor. Gage was right. She tastes like fucking vanilla ice cream.

“Jesus Christ Ella, you taste better than you smell. This is the best fucking thing I’ve ever had in my mouth,” I hiss before diving back in.

I continue licking her cunt in slow, long strokes. Her body shudders and shivers as she moans quietly into the bed. The sound is sexy and sweet, but I want her screaming for me. In this position, her thighs aren’t wrapped around my neck the way I want them and I suddenly have an overwhelming need to see her face when she cums.

I pull back and she cries out at the loss of my mouth, making me chuckle. Before she has a chance to speak, I grab her ankles and in one quick move, I have her flipped over and on her back. She squeals and giggles as she adjusts to the new position.

My eyes rake greedily over her body. She has scars all over her skin. The times when I’ve seen her naked before, I looked, but I didn’t really study her. There wasn’t time in the gym, I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable in the shower and I sure as fuck wasn’t looking at her scars when we found her tied to that bed. Isawthem, but the rage coating my vision blocked me from reallyseeing.

The fresh lines across her chest and arms are puckered and red, but diminishing every day. The stitches and aftercare have helped the healing process and I would honestly be surprised if they scarred at all. But the rest of the marks on her body are different. They are angry, fleshy, and deep in color as if no one took the time to treat them at all.

Now that I’ve got her like this, spread out before me, completely naked, I can’t help but take inventory. I didn’t mean for this experience to turn into something more than getting her off, but I can’t help it. Our relationship has changed since before. It’s been defined. It may be new and strange to say, to think, but she’s mine.

Mine to please, mine to enjoy, mine to look at, mine to take care of.

Mine.

My gaze traces every single mark and scar, starting from her face and working my way down. Her eyes are on me and I know she knows what I’m doing. Her face has gone from pleasure and excitement to fear in an instant. Her hands fly up to cover her body and she tries to shift away from me, but I’m not having it.

“No,” I bark out, rougher than intended. She jumps and stops pulling away but her hands are still over her body. Surprisingly, she’s not covering her tits or pussy like someone trying to keep their modesty would. She’s covering her stomach and hips and I need to know why. “Don’t hide from me, baby girl. You’re beautiful, your body is perfect, and it’smine. I get to see what belongs to me and you will let me. If I want to spend every single minute for the rest of the night worshiping every inch of you, I will, and you’re not going to stop me.”

I don’t know where the fuck this possessive dominance is coming from. I have never claimed a woman the way my gut and brain have me wanting to claim her, own her, but the need to do so is intense.

Her eyes widen and her cheeks pink up, but she doesn’t speak and she doesn’t protest. She also doesn’t move her hands. That’s fine, I’ll do it for her.

Slowly leaning forward, I cover her hands with mine, never breaking eye contact. She’s now trembling beneath me and I don’t think it’s due to pleasure any longer.

I grasp her hands, holding them firmly before pushing them away from her body. She resists, but I’m stronger. I pin her arms to the sides of her body and she sucks in a sharp breath. Finally pulling my eyes from hers, I bring them to the area of her body that she was hiding.

Small circular red dots cover the flesh of her stomach. I noticed similar marks on her back, but they are muddled between the long lines, making them less precise. Dragging my eyes down lower, I see a large splotchy, white scar just below her hips, almost at the crest of her pussy. Even lower, more red circles are dotted between her thighs.

My jaw clenches and my stomach bottoms out because I instantly know that not a single one of these was an accident. I know the red circles are cigarette burns. I know they are because my brother has them all over his body from our father’s torture. Even Stone and Nyx have some.

A fresh wave of anger and guilt washes over me at the fact that my skin is the only one out of us four brothers, without any scars. One of Gus’ favorite ways to torment me as a kid was to abuse my brothers instead of me, whenever I fucked up. He would make me sit and watch as he beat, sliced, burned, and bruised them, knowing that every scar on their body would be a constant reminder of my failures.

A whimper pulls me from my self-loathing, and my head snaps up to meet Ella’s embarrassed, vulnerable expression. Shit, I’m fucking this up.

“You’re perfect,” I murmur, meaning it completely. “Your scars don’t change the way I see you, baby girl, I need you to understand that right now before we continue.”

“Why?” she whispers, face scrunched up adorably.

“Because if you’re too busy covering your body, ashamed and embarrassed, you’re not in the moment and enjoying my mouth between your perfect thighs and my tongue in your delicious cunt. You have to trust that I find every inch of you beautiful and that if I didn’t want to be here, with you, devouring you, I wouldn’t be.”

Her eyes dart back and forth between mine like she’s looking for the lie. She doesn’t believe that anyone could find her irresistible. She thinks her scars outweigh her worth. They don’t, and in time, we’ll show her that. I know it won’t happen in one night though.

“But,” she murmurs, her voice laced with confusion. “But you saw me. How can you—”

“Shut up,” I growl, making her mouth snap shut. “Don’t you dare talk about yourself like that. Your only job right now is to lay back, enjoy the feeling of me feasting on your cunt, and cumming all over my face, again and again. Can you do that for me?”

Her eyes widen and she pauses before gulping loudly and nodding her head. I smirk, happy that she’s made the right decision.

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