Page 63 of Curse

A lump forms in my throat. “I’m fine,” I reply quickly, though my voice wavers.

His face darkens. “Did he touch you? Hurt you?”

“No.” My voice is barely above a whisper. I shake my head. What the fuck is wrong with me? I feel like I’m about to cry and Inevercry. “Not then. I’m sorry. I don’t want to talk about it.”

He brushes a finger along my cheek. His touch grounds me, but his tone is hard when he speaks. “Whenever Olivia wants to get rid of a guy, she tells him that me, Tommy, or Vin is her boyfriend. She thinks it’ll scare them off. We hate it. We’ve all told her not to do it. Too much drama.”

“I can see why she’d pick you,” I say lightly. “You’re pretty intimidating.”

His lips curve into a wicked smirk. “You think I’m scary, kitten?”

Before I can respond, he yanks the sheet away, leaving me fully exposed. I flush pink as his gaze rakes over my body. He unzips his pants, lowering them enough to release his hard cock, then climbs over me, bracketing my head with his forearms and using his knees to make me spread my legs wideenough to make room for him.

“You don’t seem scared now,” he growls, the heat in his gaze making my pulse race.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “I think… scary is accurate,” I manage to say, my voice breathless. “I mean, you did just choke me a few minutes ago and then hit me with a belt. But scary isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”

“I didn’t choke you,” he frowns.

I blush hard and hate myself for it. “Well, I couldn’t breathe,” I whisper shyly, remembering his cock deep in my throat.

Jesus Christ, I’m not the blushing type either. What the hell is this man doing to me?

I turn away from him slightly, embarrassed, trying to avoid his gaze, and he dips his face down and drops little kisses on the side of my neck.

Softly, in my ear, he growls, “Were you scared, kitten?”

Heat washes over my body, and I can barely breathe. I shake my head ‘no,’ and he forces me to meet his gaze. The intensity of his dark blue eyes, his warm breath on my skin together with his low, sexy voice triggers a rush of wetness to pool between my thighs.

He raises an eyebrow and cocks his head at me.

Oh, right. Use words.

“I was a little scared…” I say honestly. I don’t know where it comes from, but I hear myself add on, “…sir.”

His cock hardens against me, and he presses into me, his chest vibrating against mine with a low growl. Shifting his hips slightly back and forth, he slides himself slowly up and down my wet slit. “Doesn’t feel like you’re scared now, kitten.”

“I just meant… some people… I mean, I was… scared is…” I say, trying hard to form a complete sentence.

Jesus, I’m a mess. I realize I’m gripping him with my inner thighs, and I purposely relax, opening up to him.

“Well, some people should be scared. Very scared,” he growls, sliding his cock inside my wet opening, pushing all the way in with one stroke. I gasp, and he pauses, deep inside me, pressing against that spot he finds so easily. “But I will never hurt you, Siena. And I’ll fucking kill anyone who lays a hand on you. Or a tongue.”

I blink at that last comment. Wait, what? Is he talking about that guy from the law office? Did he kill—

“Your pussy is squeezing my cock, Siena. Did that turn you on, kitten?”

“Did what? I don’t know what…” My lie melts into a moan as his eyes darken and he drags his teeth along my jaw and down my neck, digging in to mark me.

I want to process what is happening, to pull back and recalibrate my brain so I’m thinking clearly and not driven by hormones. But his thick hard dick is stretching me to my limit, gently working in and out of my sore pussy, and I can’t help myself.

I bring my hands to his face and drag my fingers through his hair, closing my eyes.

“Don’t lie to me.”

I swear I feel his voice in my chest more than I hear it.

“Yes… Yes, sir…”

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