Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
He hung up a moment later before he easily stood from the floor with me cradled in his arms. “I’ll follow you down to your car,” my roommate told him. “I have a week’s worth of clothes in this bag.”
“You did well,” Christian told her as he held me tighter to his chest. I couldn’t stop crying, and my clothes were stained with blood. “You got her help, and that’s one of the most important things you did tonight.”
Christian brushed his lips to the top of my head, protecting me from everyone’s stares. “Continue being my moon,” he coaxed.
Christian carried me into his house, heading straight for a bedroom. “Your brother will be here in about forty-five minutes. You need a shower.”
I clung to him. “Don’t leave me alone,” I begged him. “I’m scared—there’s voices,” I choked out.
They were silent for right now, but when I was alone, they were cruel and vicious, tearing me down to the girl I’d been before.
“I won’t,” he promised as he carried me into his bathroom. He set me on the bathroom counter before he walked over to his shower, turning the water on. He walked back over to me a moment later. “Do you trust me?” He reached up to cup my cheek, brushing his thumb over my skin.
I nodded. He’d just seen me at one of my lowest moments, and there was only soothing tenderness in his eyes as he held my broken pieces in his arms. Of course, I trusted him. How could I not?
He gripped the hem of my bloody shirt and pulled it over my head. His nostrils flared as he ran his eyes over me, but he made no move to touch me sexually, instead only doing what he needed to take care of me.
My bra went next. My bottom lip trembled. I knew he could see my old scars there from when I had cut myself. When I had completely spiraled, showed back up at the center bleeding, I had cut everywhere on my body that would bleed the most.
I wanted to kill myself.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to one of the jagged scars across my right breast. “Beautiful,” he reverently whispered, his dark eyes locking on mine again.
A tear slid down my cheek.
He’d just kissed a damaged part of me, and there had been no hint of disgust in his eyes.
He just wants your pussy.
I squeezed my eyes shut, reaching up to press my hands to my head. Christian gripped my face, pulling my eyes to his. “Stay with me, beautiful,” he soothed. “Whatever bullshit those voices are telling you is not true. You mean the fucking world to me.”
“You just want my body,” I whimpered.
He shook his head. “I do want your body, yes, but when I have this beautiful body beneath me in my bed and eventually on every piece of furniture in this house,” my cheeks tinted red, “you’ll know how infinitely precious you are to me. Because you are, beautiful. You’re my moon.”
He helped me down from the counter and pulled my jeans down, my panties following next. I watched as he quickly undressed, my cheeks burning red as he dropped his briefs, his hard cock coming free.
He made no comment as I snapped my eyes up to his. Instead, he grabbed my hand, pulling me to him. “Trust me,” he coaxed. “I’ll take care of you, beautiful.”
I nodded my head, my bottom lip trembling. He stepped back into the shower, gently pulling me behind him. A hiss of pain left my lips as the water ran over the fresh cuts on my arm.
“Turn around,” Christian gently ordered.
I slowly turned my back to him. He grabbed his shower nozzle and wet my hair before he hung it back up. I kept my back to him, my body hyper-aware of him moving behind me.
I sighed, my body relaxing as he began to massage his shampoo into my hair. I didn’t even care that I would smell like a freshly-showered man after this.
He was taking care of me, just like he promised he would. It silenced the thoughts in my head. I’d never had someone care for me like this before, and God, it felt so nice.
Once he began to bathe me, he stopped at my arms, instead lifting each arm to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to each cut. I sobbed, hot tears rolling down my cheeks. He then drew me to him, pressing his lips to mine. My tears mixed in our kiss, tasting salty on my lips. His hands ran over my body, drawing me closer and closer to him until I couldn’t tell where my body ended and his began.
My tears soon stopped, and instead of all of the emotional pain I’d been feeling, I was now consumed by him, desperate for him.