Page 43 of Touch Her and Die
“It’s easy to be whoever you want me to be in clothes. Isn’t it? Easy to hide behind a tutu and pigtails and be the girl they want to rape or torture?”
I paused at the zipper of my pants.
She nodded.
“Strip, mafia boy.”
I eyed her but let my pants and boxers fall to the floor.
“Alright. Here I am. Naked. You’ve seen me like this more than anyone woman ever. What is this going to change?”
With a light pat of the bed, I moved towards her.
“You’re vulnerable without clothes and nowhere to stick your cock. Men listen much better this way.”
Fuck, where was this going?
“These scars here?”
She ran her hand over tiny little dots, and I knew exactly what they were. Never had to ask. But I wanted to know the history behind them.
“You have matching ones right here.” She reached for my shoulder. “Mine though? Daddy’s little drug habit? Wasn’t quite complete unless one of his daughters was screaming.”
She ran her hand over a scar I hadn’t noticed. This one running to the side of her belly.
“This one? Mommy said her hand slipped, and she was aiming for my heart. Did you know that there is nothing vital right here? It hurts though, I think. Maybe something is wrong with me, because I can’t remember if there was pain anymore.”
She stopped talking and pointed to her heart.
“The scars here? One from my sister and one from you.”
I froze as she reached towards my heart.
“I want to scar your heart like you’ve broken mine. What would hurt worse? A knife? I think not.”
She traced the muscle over where the beating muscle seemed to call to her like it begged for her to break it.
“Princess, you can break me over and over, and I’ll just keep crawling back. I haven’t betrayed you. I will come back for you. But what do you need from me right now? Use me.”
She laughed and climbed onto my lap. My cock betrayed me. I couldn’t see her and not feel her and not want her.
“What is this scar from?”
She traced an ugly scar that had been an uglier wound.
“Most of these are from jobs I had to do. The ones needed to climb the ladder of my family’s businesses. That one? That one came from someone that the world is much better without.”
She nodded and looked over my skin.
“You know I won’t ever be normal, don’t you, Parks?”
I traced her lips with my thumb.
“I’ve never claimed to love you for being normal.”
She reached between us and gripped my cock. I couldn’t stop the moan as she stroked me.
“I won’t ever be a little homemaker.”
