Page 41 of Scarred King

“But I already told you that I want to stay,” she smiles sweetly. “Elena, you won’t believe what Tommy gave me yesterday. Her face is shining. “This special drug. And I just had to try it.”

“You’re not serious…” I'm fighting back tears.

“I’m very serious.” She stands up enthusiastically. “I didn’t sleep all night and I still managed to go to all of my classes today,” she laughs happily. “And I even summarized everything that you missed. You don’t understand how much you missed,” she laughs again. “All the girls at class couldn’t stop asking about you and wondering how the hell you got the honor.” I realize that the shadow at my side is Scarface’s, and I can’t stop the tears from falling.

“I’m asking you for the last time, tell her to leave with me now,” I say to him, wiping my eyes quickly.

“Johanna, you can go. We’ll manage without you tonight,” he says to her, without taking his eyes off me.

“Liam, stay out of it.” Tommy pulls her onto his lap. “She’s a big girl and she can make up her own mind.” He rubs her shoulders fondly and she nods in excitement.

“Yes. I am a big girl and I'm staying.”

A yelp of frustration escapes my throat. I run towards the exit and on my way out, I stop at the bar and mess up the neat stacks of napkins, Charlie looks at me concerned.

I run outside, tears are streaming down my face, I raise my hand and get into a cab that pulls over.

On the way home I weep quietly. “Cruel world,” I mutter to myself and sink into depression. How the hell did I get to this situation? How did I give up sex, doesn’t matter if good or bad, with my gentle, perfect professor and end up in such a nightmare tonight? And how the hell did Johanna get sucked into this hell? I have to save her; I have to find a way out of this nightmare. I’m so depressed that I don’t even care about the napkins I messed up on the counter.

I go inside my apartment, slam the door and hurry to the shower. I throw my dress and panties on the floor and wash off all the filth. The tears are still falling, and I am tired, sore and desperate.

I go to my room and stand naked in front of the mirror. My wet hair is loose on my back as I brush it slowly while looking at the miserable image in front of me. The tears return and mix with the droplets of water falling off my hair.

“You are so beautiful.” The masculine voice is coming from the direction of the door and I jump in panic.

I look at Scarface in the mirror and continue to brush my hair. “How did you get in here?" I ask tiredly.

“You didn’t lock the door,” he says softly and leans on the doorway.

“Because I didn’t think my fucking boss would follow me.” I continue brushing my hair slowly.

“Are you crying because of me?” he asks and comes closer.

“Also.” I start braiding my hair and I can’t understand the strange calm surrounding me. I’m standing here naked, while the man who hurt me only minutes ago is standing behind me. “And because I can’t keep Johanna safe.” I sniff. “And because the theory I built up in my head just exploded in the last three days.” My voice is all choked up. “And because I’m spineless and I let you treat me like a whore on the streets.” The tears are blurring my vision.

“I lost control.” He puts his hand on my arm and immediately withdraws. “You claim that I possess your thoughts, so how can you explain what I’m going through?” He looks at me in the mirror as I carry on braiding my hair behind my back. “I can’t get you out of my head. I’ve been walking around in a daze for three days, and then your friend comes to my bar and tells me all about your dilemmas on how to get your professor into bed. I don’t understand, why did you have to lie to me?” He clenches his fists by his sides.

“I didn’t lie,” I answer and sniff my nose again.

"I asked you if he was old and you said…”

“I said he’s older than me,” I cut him off. “I didn’t lie.”

“I waited like an idiot for the moment I could pick you at the airport.” His fingers flutters over my arm. “I didn’t care about conquering you through your head or your body, I just knew I had no choice, that I had to feel that you’re mine.” He sighs. “And then she made me freak out.” He scowls angrily. “I imagined you with this man you adore, in an isolated hotel and I couldn’t fight for what I want.” His fingers keep trailing gently on my arm. “When you came back, I felt as if I could strangle you.” His fingers close around my arm forcefully and I shake my head in disappointment.

“You don’t understand anything.” I say and put my hand on his, pulling it forward. “I was with him there. Everything was perfect. He’s perfect. But I couldn’t feel him in here.” I place his hand over my heart, and watch as his face becomes agitated. “And no matter how much time we spent together, or how intimate we were, I couldn’t feel it here.” I slide his hand over my wet skin and place it between my legs. He lets out a loud breath and I shake my head in disappointment again. “When he kissed me, I saw you by my side.” His face turns angry again. “I could see you mocking me, I could even hear you saying that I couldn’t fight my natural instinct.” I rub his hand between my legs and shut my eyes. “And I really couldn’t. All I wanted was to feel you.” He pulls his hand away and draws back.

"Elena, move your hair," he asks and I pass my braid forward. He comes close again, kissing me gently on my bare shoulder, and then moves his lips towards the nape of my neck.

“I don’t want it anymore.” I am trying to fight the shivers racking my treacherous body. “I got what I needed from you, and I guess that you got it from me.”

“Maybe you’re right.” he ignores me, and presses kisses down my spine until he is kneeling. “Maybe this is really the only way to break free.” He kisses my hips and then picks me up and carries me to my bed, sits me on the edge of the mattress and kneels back down. “Maybe after you feel the depth of my passion, you’ll be able to break free of me. But maybe you’ll just want more and more and more.” He pushes my upper body back until I am lying on the mattress and puts my foot on his shoulder. The room is lit up by the lamp on the dresser and suddenly I feel embarrassed. “Turn off the light, that’s inside your head, bothering you,” he says as if he is reading my mind and he kisses my toes gently. “Stop thinking and just feel my passion.” His lips are showering me with tiny kisses along my calf and thigh until I feel his warm breath between my legs, and I moan. He switches and takes my other leg. “What do you want me to do to you?” he asks hoarsely, as he kisses my thigh. “Tell me what will make you feel good.” I feel his breaths between my legs, and moan quietly.

“Just like that,” I whisper as his tongue enters me and my knees tremble. “Just like that,” I mutter weakly and he continues to twist his tongue inside me while my legs are on his shoulders.

He takes his tongue out and starts licking and sucking. “Feeling free?” he asks softly.

“Not yet,” I pant, and he pushes his tongue back in again, twisting it round and round inside me. His hand moves, skims over my stomach and stops on my breast. He fondles it gently while his tongue takes me on a wild ride. He pinches my nipple and I moan and pant quietly. My legs are shaking uncontrollably on his shoulders and I come with a weak cry. “Wow!” I breathe out, shaken by the intensity of my orgasm. His tongue travels down my thigh again and I feel I need to regain control of my body. My body needs to relax, but when I try to pull my legs back, he holds them roughly and shoves his head between my legs. “Not now.” I flinch. “My body needs to cool down.”

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