Free I'm with You by Glenna Maynard Page B

gets inside them. It hurts, but in a good way. I am just happy to feel it at all. He draws his cock out of me and comes back at me even harder. He wasn’t kidding when he said sex with him would hurt, but like I told him — the pain turns me on.
    He grasp onto my thigh, my blood stains his hands as he pumps me wildly. My head is beating against the headboard.
    Faster and faster he slides in and out of my slick center. I grab hold of his firm ass and dig my nails in.
    “Bella, you are so beautiful, feels so damn good. You are perfect in every way my beautifully broken rose, I am going to put you back together.” Cutter says against my mouth, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and biting it before sucking on it.
    I bite his bottom lip and break his skin. His blood tastes like salt and rust against my tongue. He runs his fingers down my jaw smearing my blood across my face, pounding me softer and slower . He takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks it, he swirls his tongue over my hard peak. He knows exactly what to do to get me off. I feel the fire in the pit of my belly crackling and popping, burning my flame higher and brighter as I reach my climax and extinguish the flame.
    Cutter’s body jerks and shudders as he relieves himself, tatto oing his essence across my chest. I take my finger and smear him across my breasts, and lick the essence of him from my fingers.
    He collapse s beside me and drapes his legs over me pinning me in place. “That was intense.”
    “That was just what I needed,” I let out a tired breath. I would almost go a second round with him, but I am spent, and by the sounds of his labored breathing he is too. My vagina is going to hurt for a week.
    I wiggle out from under him and take a shower to clean myself up. In the shower watching my blood swirl down the drain brings me down. The high has vanished. I sit in the bottom of the shower and think about what I just asked of Cutter and he gave it to me so willingly. The soap stings my cuts but I can hardly feel it, the numb is taking back over again. The darkness surrounds me.
    **
    I awake the next morning with Cutter holding me close. I am wrapped in a towel, my cuts are bandaged, and the sheets have been stripped from the bed. Fuck, my legs hurt and my vagina feels like it could use an ice pack.
    I want to run from him and never look back. I am sick at my stomach as the memories of last night dance through my head. I see something in the corner of the room. I raise my head to look and I could swear Harlan was just here. I can feel him nearby. I jerk up out of the bed and make it to the commode before I empty out my guilt, my shame.
    I am going to ruin Cutter and break him just like Harlan did me. But this time I won’t be here for the aftermath. I am in too deep, he cares too much. It was never supposed to go this far. I thought he would have run far and fast when I asked him to cut me, to make me feel. There is a knock on the bathroom door.
    “Are you okay, can I get anything for you?”
    “I am good, thanks.” I say in a snappy tone. Now the paranoia is setting in. How well do I even know this guy? I barely know the guy and he just rocked my fucking world with his massive cock. He fucks like a champ. Cutter knows all of my darkest and deepest secrets and yet I really know nothing of him.
    But a part of me is starting to think he is already fucked up, maybe I won’t break him after all. He was easily swayed to do what I wanted, and he didn’t even flinch when I told him how I like to cut myself. I can’t help it when the uncontrollable laughter bubbles and escapes my throat. His name is fucking Cutter. I cut myself to control the pain to keep the numbing darkness in check, to keep the poison from swallowing me whole and I get involved with a guy named Cutter. How fucking ironic is that?

Chapter 8
     
     
     
    September
     
    It’s been three weeks since I shared one of my deepest secrets with Cutter. He is the only person who knows what