Free Defaced: A Dark Romance Novel by Marissa Farrar Page A

woman in the bedroom together.
    His heart picked up, tripping over itself.
    The woman smiled prettily. “Hi,” she said, stepping closer. Her gaze flicked up to his face, only to sweep away again just as quickly. “My name is Teresa, but you can call me Tess, or Tessie, if you like.” She gave another coy smile. “Hell, you can call me whatever you want.”
    Heat bloomed in his chest and quickly crept up his neck to spread across his face. What did she think she was doing?
    Her hands went to the tie on the wrap of her dress. She looked down at the knot as her fingers fiddled with it, though it was only a bow, and a simple tug on one of the lengths would unravel it. He couldn’t help but feel the concentration on the knot was a convenient distraction from the man standing in front of her.
    The knot came loose, and the dress fell open.
    He gasped and took a step back. She wore black underwear, lacy panties and stockings. With one move, she dropped the dress to the floor so she stood only in her heels and underwear.
    As Monster stepped back, she took a step forward. She reached for his shirt, her gaze focused on the buttons. “So, sweetie, your father didn’t tell me your name.”
    She still wasn’t looking at him.
    “My name?”
    “Yeah, you know, the thing everyone calls you by.”
    No one calls me anything, he thought, but didn’t say. Instead, he said the only thing he’d ever been called.
    “Monst—” he began, but cut himself off. “I mean Mont,” he added hurriedly.
    “Your name is Mont?”
    He nodded, his whole body tense.
    “Okay, sure thing, sweetie.”
    She had finished unbuttoning his shirt, and her warm hand slipped beneath the material and against his skin. The place where their skin touched sent shocks of electricity through him, lighting his senses on fire in a way he’d never experienced before. The impulses fired downward, spreading through his lower belly and into his groin. He started to react in the same way he had when he’d been reading the erotic scenes in his novels, or had thought about the girl with the long blonde hair.
    His stomach twisted with guilt.
    The woman’s hands moved lower and cupped over the top of his pants. She squeezed the hardening length she found there, and Monster had to stop a strange noise issuing from between his lips.
    A smile played on her lips, though her eyes still didn’t lift to his face. “You like that, huh, Mont? What about if I squeeze you like this?”
    Her grip tightened and released, and tightened and released.
    This time he couldn’t stop the groan escape his throat.
    “You can touch me, too,” she said, her voice as soft as a whisper. She reached out and took his right hand and lifted it to the sweet swell of her breast. “I like it if you touch me. It makes me feel good.”
    “I want to kiss you.” His tone was hoarse with desire. All he could think about were the sort of kisses he’d imagined with the blonde angel, and how he could replicate those imaginings with the woman now offering herself to him.
    But Tess paused. “Oh, I’m sorry, honey. Your father didn’t pay me enough for kissing. It isn’t something I normally do with a client.”
    He stiffened. “What do you mean?”
    She gave a faint shrug. “Nothing, Mont. Here, let me make you feel good, too. Your father wanted you to learn how to be with a woman. You want that, too, don’t you?”
    He heard the rasp of a zipper, and then her slim hand slipped inside his fly and into the opening of his shorts. Her fingers met with the hardness of his erection, her touch like fire, making him moan. He grew even harder as she worked him free, the hot skin of his shaft meeting the cool air of the room. His balls tightened, growing heavy. She gave his length a couple of expert strokes and his breathing grew harsh.
    “Come on, honey,” she encouraged as she stroked him. “I know you’re enjoying this.” She leaned in closer and her lips met with his throat. “You just need to