Page 62 of Scarred in Silence

“Are you ready to be loyal?”

I nod. He saved me.

He may have hurt me, but I know I hurt him too.

He undoes the straps from the table and helps me to sit up. My flesh is raw on my thigh. He goes over to the cabinet and punches in a code. He returns with a bandage and some cream.

He carefully applies it, and I wince with every movement. Then he secures the bandage, letting his finger trail up my thigh. My body aches for him, even if he can be a monster. Why do I want him after that? He just branded me. With something that belonged to another man…

The other part of my brain reminds me—he’s my savior. He will always save me.

Ispread my legs slightly, welcoming his touch. He is all I ever want to know. No one else. Just him.

He kneels in front of me, looking up at me with hungry eyes. He brings his mouth to my pussy and licks up the folds delicately. I shiver beneath his touch.

He sucks on my clit, and I release a muffled moan. He pulls back and stands before me. He sheds his pants and shirt, looking so perfect. His muscular build, chiseled jaw, and disheveled hair—they are my favorite.

He grabs onto my neck, squeezing tightly as he kisses me passionately. I kiss him back. Missing the taste of him. Absinthe and mint.

He tastes heavenly.

He breaks the kiss and trails a kiss down onto my neck. My wetness spreads on the cool metal beneath me.

He sinks his teeth into my neck, and I shudder.

He pulls away once more, pulling me off the table. He spins me around, forcing my head down onto the cool metal. He kicks my feet apart and grips my short brown hair, forcing me to look up. He uses his fingers to spread my arousal over my folds.

He coats his cock and slowly pushes himself inside of me. I feel my walls tighten around him. He reaches my hilt, and I let out a muffled moan.

“You’re my fucking whore,” he groans.

He slides out slightly before he forcefully pushes his way back up. I push back against him, enjoying the pain from his size.

He groans as he slaps my ass with his free hand. He releases my hair and grabs onto my hips. He pulls out again, slamming into me. My jaw aches from trying not to move my mouth.

Hepicks up his pace, pounding into me relentlessly. I rock back and forth, enjoying the friction.

“Fuck, baby. I missed your fucking pussy.”

I feel my orgasm building. My breathing picks up, and my heart throbs. My ears start to ring, and stars dance around my vision. He thrusts into me hard, and that is when I let go. I tremble, my walls pulsing around his length.

“Fuck, yes, baby.”

I feel him swelling inside of me, followed by the warm rush pooling inside of me. He thrusts further inside of me. Filling me with his cum.

He groans as he continues to pump in and out of me slowly. I rest my face on the table, feeling relaxed. Feeling… better.

He pulls out of me, and he leans down, pressing his warm lip against my neck.

“You taste better when you stop fighting,” he whispers against my neck. I shudder.

I let out a shaky breath.

I did it. I stopped fighting. I’m his.

“Dr. Marlowe will be here soon to remove the wiring.”

He places a kiss on my neck before standing. I stand, looking up at him, admiring him. He is so brave. He does it all for me.