Page 87 of Brutal Boxer

“What?”

“Take the shirt off. I want to look at you. Touch you. Then I’ll come all over your titties, marking you like when we were teenagers.” His husky voice made me clench.

Why couldn’t we have sex now? I tried to remember if you were supposed to wait after having a miscarriage. Should have researched it or asked the doctor back at the compound.

“You remember doing that?” I gathered the hem of his shirt and slipped it off. My nipples puckered from the instant rush of cold air.

“Silly girl, of course, I remember. It was sexy as hell. Fun too.” He stopped talking as he admired me. I felt self-conscious and vulnerable. Would he like what he saw? “You’re gorgeous.” He took each one of my breasts into his hands and stared at me. “They’re heavier than I remember. Fuller. But these pink nipples haven’t changed.” He lifted up, taking one into his mouth, tongue laving, teeth nipping.

I bowed my back, moaning for more.

“Wrap your little hand around my cock. We can both come together.” He resumed sucking on my nipple and fondled the other.

I’d love an orgasm from a man I actually desired. One that was born out of pleasure instead of a physiological response to stimuli. My muscles locked up as memories with the Devil roared back. All the times he forced himself on me. Calling his advances love and affection. I never wanted his kisses or touch after he made me his possession. We might not have had intercourse in months, but oral was still sex. Sex I never wanted…

No, don’t think about Casso. Focus on Zach. You’re with Zach right now. He’d never force you to do anything.

“Aspen?” he hissed, jerking me out of my thoughts. “Baby, are you okay?” He removed my hand from his shoulder.

I bobbed my head as his concerned gaze assessed me. Then I saw the scratch I had unknowingly done. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”

He took my face into his hands, not caring about the gash on his skin. “What happened?”

“Not now. Let’s get back to this.” I stroked his dick.

“Did you flashback or something?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting through my emotions.

He touched my neck softly. The bruises from Casso choking me had faded, but there were still faint marks from his bite. Zach’s finger swiped over the spot. “Fucking animal.”

“Let it go,” I didn’t want to go down the godawful road I sensed we were taking.

“Fuck no. Tell me the truth. The baby wasn’t conceived in violence, was it?”

“I wasn’t raped, if that’s what you’re asking.” I sniffled out the words that shamed me. “But I didn’t want the baby. He paid off my doctor to give me a placebo when I went for my birth control shot. We’d been having problems. I wanted to leave. He did everything to make me stay.” I dropped my head.

“I’ll kill him.”

I lifted my head. “I hope you do.”

He furrowed his brow like the disdain in my voice put him on alert. “Did he ever force himself on you?”

“After I found out I was pregnant, I tried to have an abortion.” I inhaled a breath, lowering my gaze. I didn’t want to see disappointment or shock in his eyes. Talking about this wasn’t easy. I felt an enormous amount of guilt for wanting to end my pregnancy in the beginning. But I did grow to love my baby and wanted him. I didn’t know for sure if it was a boy. It was just a feeling.

“Baby?” Zach caressed my cheek, pulling me back to the present. He stroked my hair. So much love poured out of his eyes.

“That’s when Cass handcuffed me to the bed. I had morning sickness. It seemed to keep him away, so I used it as my only defense.”

“So then he never touched you.” He exhaled in relief.

“He forced oral on me, made me blow him.”

“Fuck, we never even did that as teens.” His eye twitched as he rubbed my arm.

“Can we stop this? It’s not a particularly pleasant topic.”

“I will destroy Campbell. And I promise it will be brutal.”

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