Page 129 of Losing Faith

“Is that a challenge?” I tease and she laughs again. “What if I begged for it?”

She moans and I bite back a laugh. “Idohave a begging kink.”

“Noted.” I nod. “I’m assuming the daddy issues is where the praise kink comes from?”

She nods while biting her lip and I break into a laugh.

“No, I actually do have a praise kink.” She turns more serious. “Tell me I’m taking it well and I’m agoner.” She lets her head fall on the stack of pillows as I actually do take note of that.

“I really do want to know about your dad. Or about how you became an addict. Or these.” I run my thumb along the scars on her thighs. “Whichever you want to start with, but if it’s neither, then I’ll wait.”

Her eyes meet mine and she looks as if she doesn’t understand me. “Why?”

“Why what, love?”

A smile creeps onto her face before she bites it back. “Why do you want to know?”

I study her, trying to decipher if she’s just trying to push me away or genuinely doesn’t know the answer to that.

“Because I want to know everything about you, Lisette. Your past doesn’t define you, but it made you who you are and I want to get to understand that.”

Her eyes dart down to the bed before she plays with the string of her pants. “It all sucks,” she states matter-of-factly. “And it’s going to make me sad, so I’m going to need a feel-better kiss after everything I share.”

A smile creeps onto my face. “Fair enough.”

Her eyes meet mine as she wears a smile of her own.

“Sounds like it’s gonna be a lot of kissing,” I voice.

“A shit ton,” she adds.

I nod to myself as I reach for a pillow to get comfortable. “Okay. We’re not having sex though.”

Her brows furrow before a hint of disappointment flashes through her face. “I didn’t mention sex. Do you not have enough self-control to kiss me without needing to attempt to impregnate me?”

A snort escapes me at her choice of words. “Trust me, I’m not getting you pregnant.”

Another furrow pulls at her brows. “Don’t sound so offended now.”

I quickly correct myself at her tone. “I didn’t mean it like that. Our babies would be adorable, but I don’t want any more kids. Plus, I already feel like shit for kissing you behind your brother’s back. I’m telling him about this before I sleep with you.”

Her eyes meet mine, a smirk growing on her face. “Can you finally admit you want me?”

“Of course I want you.” I steal a kiss. “How else would I test that daddy kink?”

She breaks into a laugh before tossing a pillow at me, but I catch it and rest it behind my head.

Her laugh sobers and when she realizes I’m waiting for her to open up, she starts to shut down. I give her a second but she doesn’t look like she’s planning to say anything.

I lean over and quickly capture her lips with mine. She immediately melts into me as I crawl on top of her, but before she can deepen the kiss, I pull away.

“That was a freebie.” I kiss her nose. “You can share now.”

A smile touches her lips before she pulls in a breath. “The dad thing isn’t all that interesting. He was a drunk who only spoke to me if it was to pass him a drink or get out of his way.” She shrugs as if growing up like that was the least of her worries.

“Then he left and in came a new man for my bio mom. This one liked to hit me though.” She forces a smile. “I spent half my life seeking validation from older men to compensate for being ignored by the fathers around me, but Iamreally good in bed thanks to the experience.”

Her face scrunches. “Not that I’m a whore or—”

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