Page 205 of Soul So Dark

It was consensual…until it wasn’t.

And I will never let anyone put her through that.

Dallas rests her forehead against mine and lets out the breath she’s been holding all evening.

“I know what it’s like for your head to be trapped somewhere else. But did you know that your body’s already healing itself?”

“How?” she asks, tilting her head as my lips start moving back down her neck.

“Did you know that your skin cells regenerate every few years? Your body essentially sheds and purges itself of poison. He’s never going to get close to you ever again. I’ll kill him first. I already took some of his dick with me the last time I saw him.”

“What?” she hisses pulling back in disbelief.

“Why do you think you haven’t seen him lately?” I reply with a devilish smirk. “You think he decided to give you a break because he’s such a nice guy?”

“What did youdo?”

“Gave him a few notches to remember me by. Blood tax.”

Dallas scoffs in disbelief, but the corners of her mouth begin to curl in amusement.

“Whenever he thinks about you, he’s only going to remember the pain and his blood on my knife. And the only hands you’re going to feel on your skin ever again aremine. So, please don’t change who you are because of him.”

Even after all she’s been through, Dallas’s light has never gone out. She’s like the rain that comes in the spring after a dark and gloomy winter. And for as long as she lives, I’ll be her thunder and I will end anyone who tries to take her light from her ever again.

“Then I need you to fix something for me.”

“Anything.”

“If my skin is regenerating, it means that almost every part of me you touched years ago is gone.”

I smile up at her. “I’ll put my hands wherever you want, and maybe some places you don’t.”

She leans in until her nose brushes against mine. “I want your hands everywhere, especially the places I’ve never let anyone else touch.”

I continue sliding my t-shirt up over her hips, finally pulling the entire thing over her head and leaving her naked in my lap. Then I rock forward, grabbing her ass as I pick her up. Sweeping my elbow up the table, the empty plates clatter onto the glossy cement floor, replaced by Dallas’s wide hips and creamy skin stark against the inky black wood.

Mounting the table, I lodge my knees against her thighs, splaying her legs out at my hips. Spellbound, her eyes reflect the dim light like stars over deep blue waters. Running my hand up her torso to cup one of her tits, she rolls her hips against my groin, making my dick swell with each agonizing movement.

“Who have you been with, Dallas?” I ask, flicking her nipple piercing with my thumb.

She flinches with each motion. “You want names?”

“What…kind…of…men?” I enunciate each word.

“Blue collar gamers,” she trails her fingertip down my temple to my cheekbone, “especially the shy ones with glasses.”

I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh. “Where do you find them?” I ask, running my hand over her pussy, already slick with arousal.

“In shops looking at games and cards,” she moans, moving her hips with me. “The RPG players, notCall of Duty,Madden,orFIFAguys.”

She gives a quick, desperate nod and I slowly slide my finger inside her. “What do they play?” I ask as I slide in a second.

“Mass Effect…” she moans with each curl of my fingers against her wall.

“What else?”

“Red—mmm…” her legs spread wider with each stroke as she digs her nails into my shoulders. “Red Dead Redemption.”