Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“It was your first time. I didn’t for a second want those scars, my old man, to be even a memory for you. They’re nothing.”
“He was a monster.”
“I’m not going to deny that, but there’s nothing you can do. Stop thinking about them.”
“You were a little boy. I saw the pictures of you in Beast’s home, Dwayne. He had you from a young age, and even before then, your dad was beating you.”
“It was all part of his training, Charity. Don’t worry about it.”
“You shouldn’t have gone through something like that.”
“I know, but you don’t have to worry about it. The scars don’t hurt me.” He cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking back and forth. “What about you? How are you feeling?”
“I don’t care about me.”
She cupped his face, holding him between her hands, and pressed a hard kiss to his lips. She wanted him to know what no matter what he was loved, and she would do everything to take care of him. He deserved happiness, love, someone to always have his back.
He pressed his head against hers. “I care about you. How do you feel?”
“I’m fine.” She really was. A few little aches were nothing.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Okay, it’s a little achy, but nothing to worry about.”
He ran his thumb across her lip. “You were so tired last night that I didn’t even run you a bath. It should have helped with the pain.”
“So, it’s really not that bad.”
“Still, it’s my job to take care of you. Stay here.”
“Your job. I don’t like the sound of that.”
He chuckled. “You know what I mean. Stop being a pain in the ass.” He winked at her.
“I like being a pain.” She watched him walk toward the bathroom. “I mean it, Dwayne.”
“Mean what?”
“I’d have killed him for hurting you. I want to hurt him.”
“Nothing can be done, but the thought means a lot to me.”
She smiled and watched him leave. He had a really nice ass, and he’d not put on any sweatpants to cover himself. She liked that. Lying down on the bed, she stared up at the ceiling, completely blown away by the fact she was here, on his bed, no longer a virgin. After everything that had happened to her, this had overtaken the night she’d met him as the best night of her life.
When he saved her, she always remembered that moment with happiness. He’d protected her, and now he’d made love to her.
For a long time, Charity didn’t want to think about her feelings or what it all meant. It couldn’t mean anything, not really. He was older than she was, not that she cared about the age difference. Number had no meaning to her, not when it came to Dwayne.
Most of her nights and days were filled with thoughts of him, her curiosity, her concern about what he was doing. She wasn’t a fool. She knew what he did on a daily basis, but the thought of never seeing him again filled her with dread.
“Come on,” he said, coming back in moments later, still completely naked and looking sexy as ever. She couldn’t believe how confident he was, his flaccid cock hanging between his legs, not a care in the world. There was no fighting it for her. She was completely addicted to him, needing more of him with every single second that passed.
Climbing off the bed, she walked toward him, trying to cover her nakedness. When she stood before him, he took hold of her wrists, holding them a little away from her body.
“You don’t need to hide from me, Charity.” He leaned in close and kissed each nipple, then her stomach, before moving down to between her thighs. “Never hide from me. I like every single inch of you and then more, got it?”
“Yes.”
She was thinking of him doing something a lot dirtier than just kissing her.
Get your head out of the gutter.
“I know what you want. I can see it in your eyes, and don’t worry, after you rest, I’ll be making sure every single one of those fantasies come true.” He winked at her, and she couldn’t help but think of something highly sexual.
What was it that Dwayne did to her?
Wave a magic wand?
Pushing those thoughts aside, she entered the bathroom and saw he’d lit a couple of candles, and the water in the bath was filled with bubbles. She was overcome with so much emotion that she couldn’t even think straight. In a few short moments, he’d done something so incredibly romantic.
He took her hand and helped her into the bath.
Easing back, she closed her eyes, basking in the feel of the water, which soothed her aching muscles.
“Good?”
“Very good.”
“How did you know?”
“I had a hunch.”
He sat on the edge of the bath, looking down at her. She liked it when she was his primary focus.