Page 77 of Insidious Truths

Samara nodded against my chest, sniffling. “Yes, but it’s hard, Phantom. Everything is so messed up. It’s just been one horrible nightmare after another. I just want it to stop. Why won’t the madness just fucking stop?”

My soaked hand left her waist, my heart jackhammering as I brought it to her face, cradling her damp cheek. Samara slightly raised her head and stared up at me, her jaw trembling.

Fuck.I hated seeing her this way.

“There is no comfort in the truth. Pain is all you’ll find. My mother used to tell me that all the time before she died.”

Samara blinked through more tears, her brows crumpling.

“However,” I carried on, “she also told me that regardless of how much pain you’re in, it won’t change your reality. That pain you’re feeling, I’ve felt it many times, more than I’d like to admit.”

I squeezed my eyes closed, my heart pounding harder than ever as I removed my hand from her face and reached behind me to grasp hers, guiding it to my nape. My body shook, and as hard as I tried to stop it, tears dotted over my eyes as I slowly slid her hand down my skin. Her bottom lip ferociously quaked the more her fingertips brushed along each and every scar embedded into my flesh.

“You can either let it burn and bury you, or you accept it for what it is and rise above it.”

“You say that like it’s easy.”

“It’s not. It won’t be easy. But what you need to understand is that you’re not alone in this, Samara. It wasn’t just you he hurt; you know. He hurtall of us. We’re all dealing with it in our own way, just like you.”

“Ihatehim,” she whispered.

“Then hate him. It’s okay to feel how you feel. Just don’t let it fog your perception. War is coming whether we like it or not.”

Samara scoffed and backed away, shaking her head. “I’m so sick and tired of this shit. There never would’ve been a war if he hadn’t—”

“You don’t know that, Samara. Damien is one of the most unpredictable men us Ravagers have ever dealt with. To be honest, this was probably bound to happen either way.”

Samara looked away then, her lips pursed. I took that moment to dunk my head under the water, groaning at the warmth spreading everywhere through my body the longer I stood under the spray.

I felt it when Samara moved closer to me.

The next thing I knew, she was brushing her fingertips along my dick and over my ladder.

“Samara—”

“Shh.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me through the water until her back pressed flush against the wall, her lips grazing my ear. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

My dick grew harder in her hand as I watched her use the other to remove her soaked shorts, tossing them behind me. She planted her foot inside the corner of the tub and continued pumping my cock. I groaned, dragging my teeth across my snakebites when her fingers brushed through her sexy pussy lips and across her soaked, swollen clit.

“I need you to make me cum, Phantom. Can you do that for me?”

“Samara…”

“You don’t have to fuck me,” she whispered, jacking my cock harder while she teased her clit with her fingers, moaning softly, her eyes locked on mine. “Just make me feel good and I’ll return the favor.”

“Samara—”

“I need this, Phantom,” she urgently demanded, a dark storm brewing in her sad blues. “Rhett has been denying me for daysnow and believe it or not, so has Isaac. I’m not fucking broken and I’m tired of everyone treating me like I’m damaged goods. So, if you don’t get on your knees right now and make me cum, I’ll fucking stab you here and now.”

Her hand drifted away from her pussy and reached under her drenched sports bra, pulling out a blade. She placed it against my throat as she jerked my raging erection even faster.

“I-I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered.

And I didn’t. While her dominance had my cock weeping with pre-cum, Rhett and Isaac were smart for denying her. Her body still needed to heal.

“You won’t. All I need is your tongue.” She released my dick and then snatched the back of my wet hair, pushing my head down between her legs until I’d fallen to my knees, my face at her pussy. “You have ten seconds to start devouring my cunt, orelse. Tick tock, Phantom.”

I was so turned the fuck on, I couldn’t help but lick my lips, eyeing the blade as she pointed it down at my throat. It was fucked up, but I fucking loved knife play. So much so that I couldn’t help but grab the blade and guide it to my shoulder, making a fresh cut that had Samara gasping, her eyes wide.

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