I want to see the look on her face when she comes around my dick this first time.
I climb over her, settle my hands on either side of her ribs, and kiss her deeply. In the back of my mind, I know I shouldn’t take my time like this. I know I should fuck her quickly instead of drawing out every second that someone could walk in on us.
I don’t care.
I want to savor her.
My lips move down her jaw to her throat, leaving marks behind with each pull of her skin between my teeth. I’ve dreamed of tasting her like this for so fucking long, of seeing her bare in front of me, her nipples perked and brushing against my chest.
Goddammit, her fucking tits.
She arches back as I suck on one of her nipples, a quick gasp leaving her as I bite. Down and down, she hugs my head against her chest as I lick the bottom of her right tit and squeeze the other.
“Maddox,” she groans into me.
I continue kissing down her stomach, licking her tattoo, stretch marks, and soft skin. She arches into me, her head throwing back as her knees rise. I slide my hand between her legs again, and as I feel just how soaked and ready she is for me, I bite the underside of her breast.
Amber light cascades over us from the window to my right. It shines perfectly over her body, highlighting the angles of her as she responds to each lick of my tongue, each suck of her skin into my mouth. I leave a trail of hickeys across her stomach and on the bottom of her breasts, pricking her with indentions of my teeth in every inconspicuous place that I can.
Those fucking little whimpers… The buried parts of her that I intend to uncover… Every inch of her body, her mind, and crease of her soul…
It all belongs to me.
“Maddox.”
I start to rise to her face, to kiss her lips, and slide inside her; however, there’s a scar on her side that makes me pause.
It looks like the one on the back of my hand. Perfectly circular. The size of a dime—a burn scar.
I rub the pad of my thumb over its raised surface, knowing exactly what that had felt like, knowing it had likely come from her mother on a bender during one of the nights Andi stayed with her when she was younger.
Although, when another scar catches my eye, my entire body stiffens.
It’s on the vee of her pelvis. Faint. As if she’s been trying to cover it up and heal it for some time. The word is carved crudely into her skin, more than likely with some shitty pocket knife. I brush my finger over it, realizing I’m trembling upon seeing the letters.
Whore.
Whore.
Someone carved…
A rigid feeling swells in my chest and pushes out to my extremities.
It isn’t jealousy. It isn’t contempt.
It’s fuckingrage.
Rage that some idiot thought he deserved someone as perfect as her.
Rage that another man tried to ridicule her for…
“Who did this to you?”
The words sound as dangerous as I mean them to be. And even if I already know the answer, I need to hear it from her. I need to hear her say his name so I know exactly who to wipe from existence.
Andi avoids my eyes altogether. She sits up and scoots totally out of my grasp toward the headboard. Her back hits the pillows, her knees bending up to her chest. There’s an embarrassment in her eyes that causes my fist to curl.
As if she thinks she actually deserved this.
