Page 80 of His Good Girl
“I need clothes and my stuff from my apartment.”
“Clothes? Oh no, my good girl doesn’t need clothes.” Passing the kitchen counter where I keep a spare blade, just in case, where Rose won’t find it in a holster underneath at the back, I slip it out and keep stalking my girl. Flicking the knife around, I drop to my knees in front of her. Her gasp is music to my ears.
Running my hand up her leg, I bunch up the tee and carefully slide the blade through the fabric at the side of her panties, slicing the material cleanly. Serena’s legs tremble slightly as I bring the knife to the other side and cut the material holding the scrap together. It falls away, leaving her bare pussy right where I can lick it.
But I don’t.
Dropping the hem of the tee but keeping my grip on it, I rise and proceed to bring the blade through the fabric of the t-shirt, right up the middle, rending it in half until it falls away from her breasts.
“That’s better,” I murmur, keeping my gaze on hers. “Good girls need to be naked so I can fuck them wherever and whenever I want.”
“You have more than one?” she chokes out.
The flash of jealousy warms my heart.
“More than one what?” I tease.
“Good girl.” Her whisper is terrified. She doesn’t have the faintest idea what I feel about her, which fills my heart with pain.
“Oh no. Just the one,” I reassure her, carefully dragging the blade over the skin between her breasts. Her relieved expression provokes a slight smile on my lips.
Turning her around, I pull out the hair band from my sweats pocket that I snatched up as we left the bedroom. Braiding her hair, I tie it off and step back. Reaching into my other pocket for the mask from the ball, I pull it out and wrap it around her head.
She faces me as I pull my sweats down to show her my massive erection. “Slide your pretty mouth over my cock. I want to see my good girl being bad.”
Her lips part and she does as I ask, dropping to her knees and taking a firm hold of my cock at the base. Reaching out, I wrap the braid around my hand and fist it tightly to keep her in place. When she opens her mouth, I thrust forward, claiming her mouth as I fuck it, gripping her hair tightly as I stare down into her eyes.
“You’re so hot when I fuck your mouth, Serena. Fuck, you’re gorgeous. This feels so good, baby girl. Mmm.”
Ramming harder into her mouth, her eyes widen when I become a bit too rough with her, but she doesn’t complain. I’m nowhere near done with her yet.
Pulling back so she can take a breath, I pull my sweats up and haul her to her feet, leading her over to the fireplace. Pushing her up against the wall, her eyes light up, thinking we are about to fuck, but I have other plans for her.
Her demons need to be brought to the surface and whipped. She needs to be stripped bare, raw, and wild. She is going to hate me at the same time she loves me, but no matter what, I can’t stop. She can hide behind the mask, and that’s why I brought it along.
“Show me where he touched you.”
Serena blinks. “What?”
“The man who abused you when you were younger. Show me where he touched you.”
“Logan, no, I—I’m not ready.”
Her panic hits me square in the chest, but I keep going. She has to erase this imprint, and I’m the only one who can do this for her.
“Be my good girl and show me, Serena.”
“Logan, please.” Her lower lip trembles and my heart aches for her.
“Show me so I can rid the images from your mind, Serena. When you think of it, you will think of me touching you, and you will be safe. Show me.”
With all the bravery I know she is capable of, she hesitantly reaches out for my hand. I allow her to bring it closer to her.
“Here?” I murmur, cupping her breast.
She nods, her eyes scared and blank. She is about to shut down on me.
“Keep going, my brave girl. I’m so proud of you for taking this small step.”
