Page 82 of Broken Beauty

Tears finally fall from my eyes as I inspect the damage he's done.

He definitely needs stitches.

“We need to get you to a hospital to fix your hands.” I ignore the pang of hurt and try to focus on Ash and his hurt.

I need to focus on him and how to help him, not the hurt.

“I don't need you Ariella, just leave.” He rips his hands out of mine and walks past me. He kicks the glass out of his way and looks in the cracked bathroom mirror. His eyes go to me and the dark look sends chills down my spine. “Why are you still here?”

I slowly make my way to Ash and stand behind him.

His eyes avoid mine when I look at him through the cracked mirror.

Ash is so damaged and I never realized that until now.

Sure, Ash has his issues and he does show how hurt by the dark, sadistic look in his eyes, but I never knew that they went this far.

I place my hand on Ash's shoulder and turn him around to face him.

He still avoids eye contact until I put my hands on his jaw and make him look at me.

“Let me help you, Ash,” I say softly and Ash's pupils dilate as he stares down at me. “Let me fix you.”

It happens so fast but I feel Ash's rough and demanding lips meet mine.

Thirty-Eight

Ariella

Present

Kissing Ash feels similar to feeling scared. I never know what's going to happen when I kiss but at the same time whenever Ash scares me, it gives me some pleasure.

Or maybe I am just twisted like that and I like the thought of being scared by him.

Kissing Ash has always been something I enjoyed but this kiss he is giving me right now is making me want to give all of me to him. It makes me want to surrender and let him have his way with me.

Ash nips my bottom lip and his hands roam down my body, not leaving one centimeter untouched by him. It feels freeing and euphoric with the way he is caressing me roughly.

So euphoric that I close my eyes and melt into him.

This kiss with Ash is so consuming that I feel like my legs are going to give out, and that's why I'm thankful that Ash reaches down and grabs me by my legs to wrap them around his waist. Ash squeezes my legs around him and he grunts into the kiss.

I feel Ash start walking but I pay no attention to that.

One of Ash's arms leaves me and I hear a door open.

I already know we are inside his shower when Ash puts me down on the floor, still not taking his mouth off of mine. He pushes me against the shower wall at the same time I feel water come down on us. I gasp into his mouth before he pulls away.

I open my eyes and watch him back up to the other side of the shower. He starts to take his shorts off and I can't keep my eyes off of him as I watch him strip in front of me. Ash is long and painfully hard when I look at him. His abs are clenched and I can tell his entire body is tense just from me looking at him.

Ash looks at my body before traveling his eyes back up at me. “Strip,” Ash demands.

His eyes are still filled with that darkness but it's so heated that it makes me want to fall on my knees in front of him.

My eyes go to his hands again. “Let me fix your hands first-“

“Strip or else I’ll do it. And I won’t be nice about it either.”