Page 29 of Do It For Me
He kisses my neck; a tingle spreads through my body.
“You’ll always be safe with me.”
I pull back slightly, just a few inches. My thumb brushes the scar on his face. It doesn’t seem to bother him.
I kiss him again and whisper, “This is my first real kiss.”
He grins. “Ever?”
I nod. When I was taken, they used my mouth in every way possible. But nothing like this—nothing tender or gentle.
“We’ve got time to practice, if you want.”
I laugh softly, shaking my head. “My mum will need help around the house, and you haven’t slept. We should head back now.”
He sighs. We both stand, and he stretches out his hand. I take it; he yanks me forward until our chests collide and kisses me again.
“I’ll let this one go, but when we get married, I can’t promise I’ll—”
“I don’t care what you decide about him,” I admit, the words lifting a weight from my shoulders. “I just want to be somewhere safe before everything explodes.”
“You won’t hate me if I kill him?”
My stomach tightens. Would it make me a bad person if I said no?
“I don’t know. I just… I don’t want you to hurt my mum. Could we live with her? She’s not mean, and I’m all she’s got.”
He smiles gently.
“Of course. Ask me anything, and I’ll make all of your dreams come true,amore. Anything.”
Heat rises to my cheeks.
Could he get me my freedom?
At home, we sneak in the same way we snuck out. I told him it wasn’t necessary, but I think he wanted to carry me.
As soon as we reach the entrance, he hands me a cell phone.
I stare at him, confused. He smiles.
“Hide it. If he does something to you, you call me.”
“Just call you? I can’t do anything else?”
“Like what?” Something flashes across his face before his smile widens. “You want to text me,amore?”
I blush.
“Maybe.” I pause. “You’re the first person I’ve talked to who isn’t my mum since—”
He kisses me again, and I melt in his arms until he pulls away. I miss him already.
“You can call me or text me whenever you want,amore. Day or night. Just make sure he doesn’t see this.”
A smile tugs at my lips. I giggle when I kiss him one last time, then force myself to go inside.
But when I see my mum’s bruised face, every bit of happiness drains away.
