Free Scarred (Lost Series Book 2) by LeTeisha Newton Page B

close enough to feel her body shaking. She had the right to be afraid. Some lessons were easier to prove than to tell.
    “I don’t know.”
    “Count. Very slowly now, or you’ll die quicker.”
    She screamed as I wrapped my fingers around her throat and squeezed. I held on as she wasted useless energy pounding my chest and trying to get away.
    “Count, River.”
    She tried to choke out words but I only tightened my grip. As her legs gave out I lifted her on the desk and stepped in between them. She was so fucking beautiful, even with her eyes full of tears, and her nails digging into my hands. I ran my free hand down her body, over her breasts and the slope of her stomach. Her body quivered under mine, and my cock thickened as I watched her. She’d be out soon. I could feel it.
    But I could also feel the heat from her pussy, warming my palm. I used the heel of my hand to circle against her clit. She froze, waiting, dancing on the edge, as her oxygen left her body and placed her where touch and pain were closer to the edge. Where pleasure bit almost too sharply. I rubbed her clit again and loosened my grip a fraction. Her gasping breath was all that broke the silence before I ripped her knickers from her. I left the fabric bunched around her calves as I stepped in close again and worked my zipper down.
    So fucking perfect, so mine.
    “Look how wet you are.”
    She closed her eyes as tears leaked from the corners.
    I bent over her and used my tongue to taste them. “Did you know there are different types of tears?” I asked in her ear. I rubbed the head of my cock against her wet slit, up and down. With every pass she grew wetter, hotter. Her nipples were little pebbles rubbing against my cloth-covered chest.
    “Fear tastes bitter, sadness salty, and happiness warm and light. Desire, though, those take like a combination of it all. You fear what’s coming. You hate what you are letting me do to you. And you want it so bad you wish you could beg for it. I taste desire in your tears, River.”
    I slid into her slowly, feeling each ripple of her tight little cunt gripping my dick. She was so fucking tight. I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming. She arched against me, her hands falling away, her body opening up. She was giving in, forgetting her lack of air, no longer caring I could kill her right now. On the edge between pleasure and pain, anger and desire, hatred and love; she was giving in to me.
    And I realized I made another mistake.
    In trying to scare her, I ensnared myself. I wanted to take her, toss her into the sun, and keep her there. I wanted to explode with her, and I wasn’t going to get away with just having her and walking away. It angered me.
    Utterly destroyed me.
    As I sank into her to the hilt, feeling her grip and release around me, I wanted to kill Derrick Reese for ever having her, tear apart any other man that came before me, and claim her in ways that she couldn’t imagine. I wanted her to be mine, all mine, and I wanted her to love every minute of it.
    Fuck me, but I wanted her to love me. Even when I knew I wouldn’t be able to ever love her. I was worse than I ever dreamed, and I couldn’t find a way to feel remorse for it.
    So I did the only thing I could—fucked her and let myself sink deeper into the darkness.
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     

    What he did to me was horrible, nasty, and fucked-up. And I wanted him to do it some more and never stop... But killing Derrick mattered more.

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    River
     
     
     
     
    I was losing my mind. Absolutely losing my mind, but Ethan Kendall was a monster that utterly destroyed me. And I loved every fucking minute of it. I didn't know why, and I couldn’t explain it even to myself when he was away from me and I hated him again. But right now, his cock pushing in and out of me, his hand around my throat, and my mind splintering with pleasure, fear, anger, and desire, I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
    My pussy was on fire, unused to his