He pointed at me. “Never again. You go with me or not at all.”
I opened my mouth to argue.
“No! What did I just say?”
“That I go with you or not at all.” I tugged at the knot on my towel and fought not to look away from his furious gaze.
He grunted and touched my arm right above the line where it bled. “I could get you in to see a plastic surgeon this week, so it doesn’t add another scar. I’d hate to do that to you, Lolly.”
“Why bother?” I chuckled bitterly. “The damage is already done.” I gestured at my face.
“They could maybe help the rest, too,” he said quietly, tilting his head as he stared down at me. He rubbed his finger comfortingly over my arm.
My stomach sank.Does Legend want me to try to get the scars fixed? Would he still want to be my boyfriend if I didn’t do it?Surgery wasn’t a terrible idea, but if he didn’t like me now, would he really like me later?
Legend clucked his tongue and tapped the tip of my nose, startling me. “I see you’re thinking overtime in your head.” He leaned down and captured my lips with his, and I fell into the warmth of his mouth. “It was a thought, is all.” He smoothed his thumb over my split eyebrow. “I see it bothers you. I want you to be happy, Finn.”
“I was told before that maybe a plastic surgeon could help,” I murmured, tugging up my towel farther.
He frowned and cupped my cheek. “Why didn’t you go do it?”
Sighing, I shrugged. “It would cost a lot, and there’s only so much that can be done anyway. I got these scars fucking up while on an assignment with Cillian and some other guys. I guess part of me didn’t think I deserved to try to do anything about it. Living with the reminder was my... my punishment for screwing up.” I stared over his shoulder rather than into his eyes.
He shook my arm and scowled. “Bullshit. We’ll get you in to see someone.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I muttered.
“I do. You don’t need to punish yourself. Things go wrong every day, all on their own.”
“But—”
“No buts. Listen to me.”
Smiling, I nodded.
“Let me help, Lolly,” he said, urging me back toward the green marble counter beside the sink with his hands on my hips. He hissed and shook his injured hand around, making me feel like crap all over again, and then he got out a first aid kit from under the sink.
“I should be taking care of you,” I said with a sigh.
“Pfft. My beauties can’t keep me down.” Legend winked at me and wouldn’t relent until he’d cleaned up the wound on my arm. He kissed my cheek as he carefully smeared ointment across the cut, distracting me from the sting. He ended up using gauze and wrapping my arm a couple of times because the injury was thin but long, and there were no bandages big enough to cover it. Tears that had nothing to do with pain gathered in my eyes as he kissed from the white gauze up to the top of my shoulder.
“I didn’t like sending you off, and here you are hurt.” He popped a kiss on my mouth, and I clung to his lips until he pulled back. “I want to keep you safe.”
Nodding, I glanced around. “As long as safe isn’t locked up in your nice house being a useless househusband, okay.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He used a hand on my uninjured arm to spin me toward the counter and rip off my towel all at the same time. I gasped and grabbed for the cloth, but he was faster than me. The towel went sailing. A sharp sting on my ass stole my breath, and I froze, focused entirely on the pain. He landed one of his huge hands on my asscheeks in another hard slap, and the sound echoed around the room while the pain slammed into my stomach, where the agony melted and turned into an intense, pure pleasure.
Moaning, I dropped my head and braced my hands on the counter. The sting went on and on, and with the way I was already keyed up, my dick sprang to life in seconds. I stared down at my cockhead, flushed pink and pointing toward the ceiling, then bit the tip of my tongue as the sensation clawed through my body and blazed across my skin.
“That hurt.” I pouted at him over my shoulder.
He smirked. “Now, go get on a pair of pretty panties and one of those cute little dresses,” Legend growled in my ear. The low timber of his voice turned into pure sex electricity and my cockhead throbbed. “That bit of pain is nothing compared to what’s coming, pretty Lolly. You will never run off on me again. You have a lesson to learn.” He slid his thick fingers between my asscheeks and teased my hole. I bit my lip as the pad of one finger dipped inside me.
“Anything you say, sir,” I whispered.
He spun me around and covered my mouth with his, and if this was a punishment, I would take it any day of the week.
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