Page 113 of The Boy I Loved
Right below my belly button in huge lettering was the word:TRISTAN.
The asshole had his name tatted permanently on my body. It wassomething I’d have to live with for the rest of my life. The only upside was that it was professionally done, but the downside…
It was so big; it would be hard to cover up—assuming I ever got out of this place.
It would be a nice piece of art if it weren’t for the asshole’s name. The letters were done nicely and with professionalism. Shaded flowers adorned each one with little skulls scattered throughout.
“Looks good, right?” he asked, running his nose along the side of my neck.
My body shook with a mix of adrenaline and rage, the words tumbling from my lips before I could even think of stopping them. “You know what else would look good?” I asked sweetly—innocently.
“Hm?” He placed a kiss to my lips next, one I didn’t reciprocate.
“Your head on a goddamn spike.” I shoved him away from me with all the strength I could muster.
Tristan let out a surprised grunt as he stumbled backwards but quickly regained his footing. Irritation flickered across his face, and I knew then that I’d fucked up big time. But what did it matter anymore? There was no way in hell I’d get through this unscathed. I’d be surprised if I didn’t end up like Stacy. Hell, my mind had already been broken.
Tristan took a step toward me and then another until he was back at my bedside. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he said coldly.
I tilted my chin, fear hammering against my sternum in tune with my rapidly beating heart. There was no going back now. Maybe fighting back wasn’t the smartest idea. It would only get me hurt, or worse, but I was so sick and tired of being treated like I didn’t matter—like I was just another hole for these sick, twisted people.
Tristan braced his hands on the bed beside me, using themattress to hold his weight as he leaned forward. His hot breath whispered against my lips, his blue eyes igniting with something dark, dangerous, and even … exciting.
This man. This man, who tortured and raped women for fun, who degraded them, and forced them to commit inhumane acts … Heintriguedme. My skin was hot all over, like someone cranked the temperature up at full volume. The intensity in his gaze made me want to submit, but I couldn’t. Because despite how horrible of a person he was, there was something about him that called to me. And maybe … that scared me the most. The anticipation of what he’d do to me now, after I’d boldly disrespected him, slithered through me in a never-ending current.
I licked my lips nervously, and like clockwork, his eyes dropped to my mouth. That was when it clicked. He was evil, but he was still a man. Men were like wolves. They were prideful and carnivorous, but if you played your cards right, they could be tamed.
Slowly, I inched myself backwards and propped myself against the headboard of the bed. The skin where the new wound was located stretched uncomfortably, making me wince. Expelling a ragged breath, I turned to face the predator again.
I reached forward, allowing my fingertips to dance over the edge of his jaw. His stubble grazed my fingertips briefly before I wound my hand around his neck and pulled him forward. His lips met mine instantly, electricity filling me entirely. Warmth spread through my body as I kissed him with more fervor, allowing my teeth to graze his lower lip. He groaned in response, his body reacting just as I’d hoped it would.
What I hadn’t accounted for were the warring feelings punching through me, making me feel it much more intensely than I would have expected. It was then that I realized a small, tiny part of melikedTristan. A very small part. What I couldn’t figure out was why. There was nothing remotely redeemable about him. He was attractive,sure. He fucked good, yeah. But I didn’t know him at all, apart from the vile acts he committed.
How could any part of me wanthim?
I’d been here for too long. That was the only plausible explanation. He’d gotten to my head with his stupid face, his stupid words, and his stupid body.
As the kiss grew more heated, I lost myself in it—in him. My hands dropped to the button on his jeans, and I fumbled with it sloppily just as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I moaned, the heat in my body amplifying by the second. As soon as the button popped free, I pushed his jeans down his narrow hips.
He broke the kiss abruptly, surprise registering across his face when he realized what I was doing.
Only for survival.I told myself. But the more I told myself that, the more it felt like a lie. There was clearly an attraction here, one that didn’t make sense to me, if I was being completely honest. My reddened skin stretched uncomfortably with every move I made, but it was the least of my concerns. I’d seen how Tristan got when people pissed him off or became useless to him.
“What are you doing?” he rasped, his voice thick with desire and intrigue.
Instead of answering, I shoved his boxers down next. There was no hesitation before I wrapped my hand around his veiny cock, thumbing the bead of precum that had already started to form at the tip. He sucked in a sharp breath as I slowly started pumping him up and down, my eyes finding his.
I never thought I’d be with anyone other than Dominic. I’d saved myself for him for two and a half years after he’d left, knowing in my heart that he was the only one I’d ever want. Even after the circumstances changed, it was hard to picture a life where anyone else captured my attention the way he did. Tristan was the worst person I’d ever met, and yet, having him inside me was the only thing I could think about. Thiswas his game. I knew that, but the knowledge did little to deter me.
Leaning forward, wincing as my skin stretched again with the new position, I swiped my tongue over his head. His hands tangled through my hair instantly, his swollen lips parting with desire. I continued pumping him up and down, even as I sucked him into my mouth and hollowed out my cheeks.
“Fuck, Hazel.” He grunted, thrusting forward. He slid toward the back of my throat, making my eyes water. “Your throat is so damn tight.” His head fell back, his grip on my hair tightening as he used it for momentum.
My hands traveled up his body, fingers slipping beneath his shirt to feel the hard planes of his physique. He shuddered against me, his breathing coming out faster and uncontrolled.
Desire pooled in my abdomen, even when he increased his pace and force. My throat burned while tears trickled down my cheeks. I moaned around his girth, my nails cutting into his flesh as the assault continued. Something had to be wrong with me. I shouldn’t enjoy bringing him pleasure. I shouldn’t want this.
“Fuck. Just like that, baby.” He moaned, his head falling back. Even his words had my pussy fluttering.
