“No. He hurt me because he wanted to hurt me.” I correct. “He and Michael dragged me from the pool over to a tree while Tony grabbed a bunch of cords from the pool house. They tied me to the tree.”
He stares at me a moment. “There’s more.”
“They let their friends—I was fighting so hard to get loose because they were throwing rocks at me. One hit my head, not hard enough to actually hurt me, but it scared me. The marks are from the bark cutting into my back. All my wiggling around cut me all up.”
“And your parents?”
“Dad said they were just being boys and not to make a big deal out of it.” I take a deep breath.
He pulls me into him, wrapping his big arms around me. The loud chaos of my past quiets in my mind, planting me firmly in the present with his protective embrace.
His hands roam down my sides, griping, claiming. The soft drag of his palms turns my shiver into a full body ache.
Gripping my hips, he spins me to face away from him. He slides one hand into my hair, fisting it at my scalp. His mouth trails over my bare shoulder, then my neck. When his lips find my scars, my breath catches in my throat.
He presses a kiss into each of the raised marks, like he’s healing them. When he pulls back and finds my gaze in the mirror, there’s something different in his eyes. The rage that had been there before has been replaced with seething deeper, something more meaningful.
Protection.
Possession.
Passion.
“No one will ever hurt you again, Sienna.” His chest vibrates against my back as he makes his vow.
Tightening his grip in my hair, he drags my head back until my throat is exposed. He runs his tongue along my jaw.
“Bed. Now.” His voice is thunderous in my soul, but probably barely audible.
It doesn’t matter. My body wants him. My heart needs him. It’s a dangerous game, this push and pull of ours, but I’m too engrossed in him at the moment to care.
I can dissect it later.
“By the count of three or there will be consequences.” He releases my hair. “One.”
I take off running, nearly tripping on my own feet as I hurry to the bedroom.
“Two.”
I dive onto the bed, slipping at first on the edge and then have to jump onto it again. By the time, I get to the middle of the bed, I’m laughing and breathing hard.
“Thanks. That was the most ungraceful moment of my life.” I press my hand to my chest, feeling my heart trying to escape.
He stops at the edge of the bed, his eyes meeting mine in a tractor beam intensity.
“Obedience from you is always beautiful.”
He unbuttons his shirt, yanking it free from his pants as he rips it from his body.
Every fiber of my body jolts awake. My mouth dries, but it’s the only part of me that does.
“Spread your pretty thighs, sweetheart.” His voice dips even lower, his eyes get even darker.
My body gets even hotter.
Laying back against the pillows, I do what he says, spreading my legs for him.
He licks his lips as his eyes settle between my thighs. “Now touch yourself. Show me how you do it when I’m not home.”
