Page 2 of Scarred Redemption

As with every kiss shared, every roar of passion experienced with her, tenderness was shoved aside within seconds. The kiss became an explosive expression of just how intense my dark cravings were. I thrust my tongue inside, tasting her as if for the first time. And all the while, my dick continued to throb.

She arched her back and rubbed her hand down my arm, fingering the rough ridges of my scars. She’d never been horrified of them, only of the man the experience of bearing them had created.

A true monster.

But with her and for her, I could and would become a different man.

As always, the woman was unpredictable, able to shove me back so unexpectedly that I tripped and fell into the chair.

Another laugh was followed with a flip of her hair. “You can’t have me.”

I watched with mixed emotions as she sank into the hot tub, moving to the far side. Every tease, every temptation challenged the very decency I’d tried to keep intact. Including at this moment. The battle was lost before it was begun. I ripped off my clothes, tossing them aside all while she became the voyeur.

There were no frantic movements, no losing control as I stepped into the water. But I sensed she was well aware of my intentions. Perhaps that’s why she’d didn’t fight me when I approached, sweeping her into my arms.

Her smile was a sly reminder of the power she had over me while she wrapped her legs around my hips. The tickle of her fingers as she crawled them between us was far more effective than the bubbles caused by the jets. There were no words spoken, merely a quiet moment shared that was completely telling of the way we felt.

The way her lower lip quivered drew my attention. Maybe I was wrong in that there were things that needed to be said. They’d come with time. Tonight was all about reaffirming our shameless passion.

As soon as I thrust the entire length of my cock deep inside her throbbing pussy, she tilted her head until she was able to stare at the twinkling stars. Every reaction was a sweet reward.

Together we moved, her pussy muscles clenching around my shaft like a tight vise. Water danced across our naked skin, steam keeping a light fog surrounding us. I slipped my hand under her damp hair, forcing her to lock eyes with mine.

A slight smile curled on her soft lips as she squeezed her thighs. In the moments that followed, our ragged breathing matched perfectly in rhythmic beats. The way she clung to me was everything any red-blooded man would desire. She was so wet, so tight and with the beads of perspiration already trickling down both sides of her face, she was even more beautiful than when we’d first met.

With every rough stroke, the water became more turbulent until she was clawing my skin. Her chest rose and fell and in the dim lighting, I could see a change in her pupils. She was close to orgasming. I didn’t slow down as I wanted her to experience raw ecstasy.

Her breathing came in short pants, the slight drag of her tongue across her bottom lip just before she began to tremble violently in my arms keeping my rapt attention. I could watch her for hours when she orgasmed, the sheer joy as blissful as anything I’d ever experienced.

In that moment, all I could think about was keeping her safe and ensuring no one else dared touch her again.

Isabel pulled herself closer, brushing her lips across mine and the softness of her voice was all I needed to feel free. “Come inside of me.”

How could I disappoint a lady?

* * *

“Maxsim.”

I closed my eyes, fighting the images as they refused to remove their icy fingers from my mind. They were always there, lingering in the darkness, making me suffer even more than I’d believed possible.

“Max. Can you hear me?”

Snarling, I jerked away and immediately reached for my weapon.

“Whoa. It’s me. Roman. Your brother, remember?”

The ache in my chest brought a heavy weight, so much so I suddenly couldn’t breathe. I rubbed the area over my heart while I tried to control the shallow breaths. Very slowly everything around me began to ease back into focus. “What is it?”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He was as agitated as I felt.

I’d yet to even make it inside the building, which I rectified, answering only when I managed to yank open the door. “What does it look like I’m doing? Identifying the bodies.”

He managed to jerk my progression to a halt, but I was almost inside and close to the entrance counter.

“Maxsim. Listen to me.”

“I don’t listen to you, Roman. Remember? Now, get the fuck out of my way.”