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“Tell me something, Red.” Leaning my elbows against my knees, I glance down at her body. Groaning from the sight of her legs, knowing my face was inches from her pussy just an hour ago.

“What?” she growls, crossing her pale arms over her chest.

“What did you feel when you saw Rachel touch my arm?”

God, she is so fucking beautiful when she gets mad. I can see the light blue vein in her forehead when she furrows her brows at me. The way she digs her nails into her skin. Wishing she was digging them into my back.

“Of course, you know her name,” she mutters. Grinding her teeth, she closes her eyes before shaking her head. “Forget this, we’re leaving.”

I don’t let her take a step away, moving faster than I think I probably ever have. My hand grabs the top of her flannel yanking it forwards, and the button fly, hitting the ground. Following her body, Izel drops to the floor. “Answer the question, I don’t like repeating myself.”

Her breath hitches as she drags her legs in front of her chest, trying her best to cover her body with her ruined flannel.

“I need a-a shirt… please.” She lets out a stuttering breath.

“No.” I step closer, moments from ripping her arms away.

“Zion, please. I n—need a new shirt. We can talk when I’m covered okay?”

“I’ve seen you naked before.”

She shakes her head, choking on a sob. I have no idea what just happened. One minute she’s shoving me, throwing a fucking remote and now she’s sobbing because she’s naked. I’ve seen her naked before. Sure, she’s in the same position she was in before, but I don’t understand.

“Red…”

“Zion, you can’t see it. You can’t see them.”

Our chest is less than an inch apart and I bend down so we’re at eye level.Gentle sobs leave her, and her body trembles as she rests her forehead against her knees.

“Will you look at me?”

Shaking her head, I try to calm myself. I shouldn’t force her. But I can’t protect her if I don’t know everything, whatever she’s hiding from me.

“Tell me your safe word,” I demand.

“Safe word?” she parrots back.

“Yes, Red, tell me your safe word.”

Her blurry eyes glance between my own, searching for something I’m not sure. But I’m about to show her exactly what it means when I say she’s mine. That I don’t give a fuck about Rachel or any other girl I fucked in the past. I don’t care about scars. That Izel is all I see, all that I’ve thought about since she opened her damn mouth in that basement.

“I-why-why do I need a safe word?” she asks, too confused to stop me as I grab her arms and force her onto her back.

“No!” she cries out, hands above her head. My eyes trail down her naked body finally. Her tits are large and full, dusty pink nipples, begging for my mouth. But as much as I would love to shove my face into her breasts, that’s not what my eyes are glued to.

“SLUT”

“WHORE”

And the worst of them all: “DEVIL”

All I see is red, the blood in my veins boils. I’ve been angry before. I’ve been in a murderous rage. But nothing compares to this. No one can describe the amount of rage coursing through my body, the pure thought of someone scarring her perfect skin. My fingers inch for a gun, to kill every single person who has hurt her. I need to tell her about Zander, who he truly is. I know I need to tell her. But the words don’t come.

“I’m ugly,” she chokes, tears streaming down her face.

“Who said you are ugly?” I growl, dragging my body on top of hers.

She opens her mouth, and nothing comes out. Her eyes plead with me. “I want those names. You might not tell me today, or even tomorrow. But I want those names.”