Pleasure sets my body on fire, and I come. A white-hot climax rips through me, and I roar like a beast devouring its prey.
My cum sprays into her mouth, and she continues to suck. Tonight, I don’t have to tell her to swallow it. She automatically does, milking every last drop of cum from me then licking me off.
We’re both breathing hard when she finishes.
I let go of her hair, and she straightens. We stare at each other, both uncertain of what to say or do next.
It takes me a moment to get my head together and regain the shift in power—regain my control over her.
Fear returns to her eyes, and she reaches for the sheet to cover herself as if we didn’t just devour each other like animals. Me on her and her on me.
She tasted me like she needed to. Now that the sexual haze has cleared, she’s remembering she needs to be wary of me.
“Lie down,” I tell her.
“What?”
“I said, lie down.”
She lies down, rolling onto her side with her back facing me. As her hair shifts across her back, something on her skin catches my eye. Something I never saw before.
It’s a few faint lines across her back. They’re pale and barely there but still there. I count three like that and another possible one underneath, but half of it is so blended in with her skin it’s hardly noticeable.
I just notice things like that. I didn’t notice the marks in Mexico because her hair covered them up.
I know what they look like, but I find it hard to believe what they are.
Whip marks.
Would Raul have done that to her?
Whip her?
They’re old scars, so I can’t imagine Felipe did it.
“Who hit you?” I ask outright.
“What?” She glances over her shoulder.
“Who did this to you?”
Her lips part when I run my fingers over the lines I can see.
“It’s from an accident when I was younger. I fell into a hedge and scratched myself.”
She’s lying. I can tell she is from the unsteadiness in her eyes, but I don’t allow her to see I know she isn’t telling the truth.
The only reason she could be lying is to protect something. And that something must be her fucking dead father.
It could only be him who did that to her. I just don’t know why she would want to protect his name.
Maybe it’s not that.
Maybe it’s something else.
Something I’m not going to figure out tonight.
“Oh, right,” I answer and decide to put her out of her misery, and myself, too, when I switch off the light.
