Red (Black #2) by T.L Smith

Author:T.L Smith [Smith, T.L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Published: 2016-04-03T07:00:00+00:00

My mother has taken the kids, she knows I want to spend as much time as possible with him. I want him to remember, remember me. The things we’ve been through, the life-shattering moments that have happened between us. He needs to remember. I can’t remember it all by myself, someone else needs this burden that I carry.

He’s in the same position he was in the first time I walked into his house all those years ago. He’s at the stove, and the only thing he has on is a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Rose,” he says, and it makes me smile. My name coming from those lips.

“Liam,” I retort back to him.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

He turns so he’s facing me, his back up against the kitchen bench. “Just wanted to stop by, you ran out fast this morning.”

“I’m glad you did.”

He descends on me, it’s like a tiger eyeing his prey. Am I ready for what he can give me? His hand wraps around my wrist, I look down to his large hand, thinking about what damage those hands do. His ribs are purple with color, his lip has a slight cut to it. All the bad he carries, and I still want him. When I know I shouldn’t.

“Stay,” he says, his breath near my ear. I nod my head, unable to form any words. His free hand touches my chin, lifting it up and he slowly moves to my lips. He feather kisses me in each corner of my lips, then the center. He lets go while he kisses me, moving his hands to the back of my dress. I hear him unzip it. I freeze, he hasn’t seen this body, this broken and scared body and he notices.

“Don’t be afraid, you’ll like what I do,” he says against my lips. I have no doubt I would like everything he does, but will he still like me when he sees?

My dress drops to the ground, I’m left in a red bra and panties. He smirks and whispers, “Red.” His name for me when he didn’t know. My stomach is now exposed, my stretch marks now on display, as well as the scar, a scar from a night of horror. He runs his fingertips across my scars, then drops the sides of my bra. I unhook it with shaky hands—I’m afraid.

He stops moving when he sees, his eyes zooming in on my breast. My nipples completely scarred, from a man who’s now in hell. His face is anger, and I stop breathing, then he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I grip onto him, I never want him to let me go… never.

I feel the silk of his sheets when he lays me down. He removes his towel, unafraid of his body, then he looks down at me and smirks. I hear my heart pitter patter harder. Little things he does make my heart beat hard.

“I don’t deserve you,” he says with a dull voice.

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