Page 44 of Penance

“Oh? You do? You,have some time,” he mocks, arching his pierced eyebrow with a cocky grin, one that has my thighs quivering.

“For you,” I whisper against his lips, my gaze lifting to meet his hungry one.

My fingers sliding beneath the back of his tight jeans.

“Always,” I growl, savagely biting down on his bottom lip, my palm squeezing a handful of his boxer covered arse cheek.

He jolts as I lick over his closed mouth, my tongue delving between his lips, pushing its way inside to tangle with his. He sucks my tongue into his mouth, his teeth grazing it as I fuck his mouth with mine. He palms my lower back, thrusting himself against my core, tugging me forward. His long fingers wind my ponytail around his fist, tugging my head back so sharply my eyes water. He bites down my neck, his slick tongue laving the sting before he suddenly draws back. His fingers gripping my jaw and chin, pinching my face. He twists my head back, arching my neck, his eyes flicking over my pale skin.

“What the fuck is this?” he rumbles, the vibration working its way through his chest, like a rolling thunder cloud.

Twisting and turning my head in the opposite direction to get a good look at my new bruises. I’m so smothered in hickeys and bruises anyway; you’d wonder how anyone could pinpoint one from another. But my boys? My boys see everything.

“It’s nothing.” I curl my fingers around his wrist as he narrows his eyes on me.

No words passing between us. I hold his attention, he flares his nostrils, his grip on my face tightening another fraction making me wince. He releases me with a hushed sorry, his other hand coming up. Both hot, calloused hands cradling my face between them.

“I’ll kill him,” he breathes against me, his forehead dropping to mine as my hand moves from his arm to his face.

“It was my fault, we-” I swallow hard, but don’t need to finish.

Huxley nods against me, his eyes sliding closed, he breathes out a long, slow breath.

“You’re figuring shit out,” he sighs softly. “I won’t stand for him hurting you, Darlin’.”

“I know, I’m okay,” I soothe.

My thumb gently sweeping across his dark skin, his thick layer of lashes tickling the tip of it.

“Anything else?” Huxley asks quietly after a moment. My breath catches. “It’s okay Whatever it is, you can tell me, baby girl,” Huxley soothes me, his voice low and calm.

Fearless.

“We kissed,” I answer vulnerably, self-hatred evident in every whispered syllable.

Please don’t hate me.

“And?”

“He-” my breath rushes out of me. “He touched me, sort of, well, he did, but it wasn’t- it was just,” I frown at my own fucking spluttering.Jesus, fuck, just spit it out.“My boobs.”

“Just that?” he questions.

“An-and he slid his finger over me, once, and then I told him to stop,” I whisper, my voice cracking, eyelids burning.

Please, someone, somewhere, don’t take them away from me.

“Show me,” Huxley rushes out faintly.

“What?” I blink, drawing my face from his to look at him,read him, his hands still caressing my face.

“Show me where he touched you,how.”

“I don’t understand,” I frown, my brows knitting together.

“Bottoms off, then scoot back,” he instructs.

Stepping away from me, pulling my boots off with him. Tossing them over his shoulders, he rolls my socks down, tossing them too, in a similar direction.

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