Page 66 of Dark Notes, Volume Two

MIA

“Jett, please don’t make me do this. I’m begging you, don’t.”

“Shh,” he whispers against my neck followed by soft kisses against my skin.

“Open your eyes and look at me, Angel. Watch what you do to me.”

Reluctantly, I do as he says and focus on his face. I haven’t been able to look at my body in a mirror for a long time now. It hurts. Not just because I don’t like the way I look but also because it reminds me of what others think of me. Once upon a time I heard gasps about how beautiful I was. Now there are gasps for entirely different reasons. Ones followed by, ‘such a shame Mia let herself go and what happened to her.’ Never before did I realize my worth was tied into how I looked on the outside. It should be a no-brainer for a model I guess, but I never saw it. I thought my friends were my friends because of who I am on the inside. I was wrong. Other than McKinley, they all vanished when I packed on the pounds. Once I lost my ability to work, I wasn’t just ghosted, I was a joke. They’d see me and giggle as if I was the punchline.

“That’s my girl,” Jett says in a low gravelly tone that causes my core to clench.

“Look at how fucking beautiful you are, Angel.”

He slowly runs his fingers down the front of my throat to my collar bone that used to stand out but now doesn’t.

“I’ve tried to decide which part of your body is my favorite. This is what I’ve figured out.”

Jett places his hand over my heart.

“This is my hands down favorite that I could never live without. You love unselfishly. I know you haven’t said it, baby, but I know you love me as much as I love you. It didn’t matter that I was a mess, and probably still am, you loved me anyway.”

Dragging his hand down my body, he takes one of my nipples between his finger and thumb, squeezing it with a groan.

“These pretty tits are also high on my list, so firm, these pretty pebbled nipples telling me how turned on you are.”

He keeps moving his hand down, and I freeze when he slides his fingers over my stomach. It used to be hard and toned. Now it’s soft.

“What you see as imperfections I see as perfection, Angel. Your body wasn’t made to be skin and bones. This delicious body was made for me. And I love every fucking inch of it.”

Sliding his hand down further, he cups my pussy and growls, “This might be my absolute favorite because this is how I make you come. And I promise you, Angel, you are so fucking beautiful when you come for me. The way you look, those gorgeous eyes filled with desire, turning a deeper shade of blue when you come. Watching your back arch, hearing your screams of pleasure only for me. Do you see how fucking hard you make me, Angel?”

“Yes,” I whimper when he pushes a finger inside me.

“Then why do you torture yourself, baby? Why?”

Tears spring to my eyes and roll down my cheeks, one and then another until it’s practically a waterfall.

“It’s not you, Jett. Yeah, you think I’m beautiful, but the rest of the world does not.”

His reflection arches an eyebrow in the mirror.

“Tell me, Angel. Do you belong to me or do you belong to them?”

“You!” I scream as he moves his fingers in and out, then side to side causing an explosion in my core.

“Good girl,” he hums as his hard length presses against my ass.

“Hands on the mirror. I’m going to show you how fucking stunning you are when you take my cock.”

I place my hands on the mirror, and he grabs my ass on either side. Sliding into me, his groan and my whimper mingle together.

Reaching around me, he grabs my throat and lifts my head back.

“Eyes on me, Angel. Look at what you do to me. You own me, body, mind and soul. I’m yours and no woman can do to me what you do. One look at you, and I know nothing other than desire. You’re so goddamn beautiful inside and out. I want you to hear that. Feel that.”

I admit the truth.

“When I’m with you, I do feel beautiful.”