One Hundred & Thirty-Six Scars (The Devil's Own, #1) (19 page)

Starting my car to life, I reverse out of the parking slot and begin driving out of the high-wired gates of the Sinful Souls compound. Turning to look at Melissa, I ask, “Are you okay?”

Glancing out the window at the passing trees, with the streetlights lighting up the inside of our car she nods her head. “Yeah, just confused.”

I look between her and the road in front of me. “About Hella?”

She exhales. “Yeah. Something happened, but it doesn’t matter right now. And he’s so bossy and controlling and thinks that I should obey his every word. I was a rebellious teen, that’s not changed.”

I laugh, turning into the main street of Westbeach that takes you to my apartment. “Yeah, he seems like that.” I ignore her statement about something happening. I know all too well about prying questions. I of all people know not to push someone to talk about something that they aren’t ready to talk about.

“What about Beast?” she asks with a smirk.

Sighing, I shake my head. “I don’t know. He’s all touchy feely and we have this bond, but he won’t kiss me. So I guess… we’re friends?”

She shakes her head, giggling. “Honey, you are
not
friends. The way you two look at each other? That could be put on porn and people would jack off to it. It’s
that
hot.”

“Melissa!” I scold her around a laugh, shaking my head.

Shrugging her shoulders, she looks to me with a smile. “Just calling it how I see it.”

Later that night, I’m tossing and turning in bed trying to get comfortable. I set the boys out in the living room and came back to Melissa. She’s been through an ordeal tonight, and looking at the time, it’s three a.m. so I’m guessing we’re all going to be sleeping through tomorrow. Turning my head to face the window, I glance outside, the moon lighting up the inside of my dark room. Melissa snores beside me before flipping onto her stomach. Throwing the sheet off me, I swing my legs over the bed, running my hand through my hair while I make my way to my door. Peering out into the hallway, the darkness blinding any sight I may have hoped for, I curse under my breath. I tried to get the boys to leave a kitchen light on like I do every time but Hella said he couldn’t sleep unless it was pitch black.

Probably reminds him of home.

Hell is black isn’t it?

Breathing out a fresh breath of air, I begin walking toward where I know the kitchen is, putting my hands out on the wall to guide my way. “Shit,” I whisper, running my hands over what I’m wearing. I forgot to put pants on, leaving me in my hot pink lace boy shorts and a short white tank top that hugs me like a second skin. “Please stay asleep.” I continue feeling the wall, deciding to head straight for the fridge to get a bottled water and make it back to my bedroom as quickly and as quietly as possible.

My hand presses against the rim of the wall that curves around taking you to the kitchen. I round the corner skimming past the cupboards until my fingers touch the cold surface of the fridge. Scrunching my eyes, I slowly open the fridge door, the light shining from it blinding my sight. Quickly snatching the bottled water, I take it out slowly, trying not to make the plastic bag it’s sitting on ruffle.

“Fuck,” a low growl sounds from the kitchen island. I snap my head up to find Beast standing there in nothing but gym shorts that stop at his knees. His back is turned to me and by the position of his arm, I’m guessing he has his fist in his mouth. The light from the fridge casting shadows over his ripped back muscles. And when I say ripped, I mean ripped as in he just stepped off the cover of a Men’s Fitness magazine. Gliding my eyes over his back, down the trail of muscle that leads to the rim of his shorts where two dimples sit on his lower back. I bring my eyes back up to his arms, his muscles flexing. This man works every single muscle on his defined body. Where does he find the time? He has two sleeve tattoos, his patch tattoo sitting proudly over his back and the numbers 316 tattooed behind his neck. 316?
I wonder what that means.

“Beast?” I clear my throat. “Sorry, I was hoping you wouldn’t wake up. I needed water. I’ll leave.” Taking the bottle out of the fridge, I go to shut the fridge door when I see his body turn to face me in the corner of my eye. Pausing, I turn my head to him slowly, his eyes running over my body in dark pools of need. When he begins trailing them back up my body, I hold my breath until his stare comes back to mine. Letting out my breath slowly, his eyes lock on mine.

I tilt my head and turn toward him. “Okay, I’m leaving.”

“Good idea,” he growls, placing his fists on the kitchen counter, his head hanging between his shoulders.

“Bro, what the…” Hella walks in, scratching his head. He too is standing in nothing but gray sweats that hang loosely off his hips. His muscled, tanned chest on display for anyone to see. He’s ripped too, not as big as Beast, but still larger than average. He has tattoos all over his body, one is a script that runs over his ribs, like a scripture of some sort in cursive writing.

“Shit,” I whisper. I imagine this is what a girl’s wet dream would be like.

Beast swings around to face Hella, so fast I almost miss it, pushing his chest and pointing to the living room. “Get the fuck back.”

Hella’s eyebrows quirk before his attention lands on me. Understanding sets into his eyes as they slowly rake over my body. I cringe, turning bright red, quickly slamming the fridge door to stop his help of vision.

“Ouch! All right, fuck. Damn. I mean… I knew she was hot but that body? You’re a little undercover aren’t you Meadow.”

“Fuck off.”

Their bickering is in the darkness, so I slowly begin my trek back to my room, feeling out the walls in front of me. I’m skimming over the soft hallway walls when a body pushes up against my back. Closing my eyes, I hold my breath.

“See, I can’t just let you go to bed now,” his voice growls into the side of my neck, setting a sensation to ripple straight between my thighs.

“Beast?” I whisper hoarsely.

“Shhh…” His rough hands close onto my waist, sliding over my smooth skin.

My stomach muscles tense under his touch.

“Relax baby. Do you want this?” he whispers into my ear, his hot breath penetrating my skin.

“I want something,” I answer, my eyes rolling back as I let myself relax against his command. His hands run up and over my full breasts. I’m decent in the boob department, for my frame anyway. A hiss escapes his mouth as he pushes against my back, my chest hitting the wall. Bringing his monstrous body flush up against my back, he begins laying soft kisses on the back of my neck, making his way slowly down my spine. Goosebumps break out across my skin, sending waves of shivers to wrack through my body.

His arm reaches into his shorts and what feels like a wire hits me across my hip bone. “What are you doing?” I ask, my breathing heavy and thick.

“I need you to relax. Do you trust me?” his voice sending a calming ripple effect through me.

Nodding my head, I pull my lip into my mouth. “Yes. Yes, I trust you.”

“Good. Put these on.” He pushes two ear buds into my ears, and it registers to me that he was pulling out his iPod from his pocket. The screen lights up all that is in front of me, the empty dark maroon walls of my hallway. The light shuts out and the electrifying guitar of Marilyn Manson
‘Sweet Dreams’
begins playing in my ear.

Jesus, Marylin Manson is supposed to make me relax? He couldn’t put on some KC & JoJo or something? Then I remember who Beast is and that I don’t like slow, depressing music. This is good.

The guitar continues playing through my ears as he brings his body up against mine, pushing me against the wall, the coldness of the wall rousing my nipples to life. His hands skim down to the rim of my undies, he pushes them down slowly, the lace skimming past my knees and a rush of cold air sweeps past, the unfamiliar exposure making me squirm. The feeling is surprisingly erotic. The darkness of the room and the sound of music playing through my ears has three of my senses alive. Cutting my sight, igniting sound, and blowing up my sense of touch is an intoxicating combination. My heart races, the deep beating thump vibrating the cross necklace that sits over my chest. He pushes into me again, his thick cock pushing against my back. Throwing my head back, a small moan slips my mouth. Wrapping his hands around my waist, he spins my body around. Swallowing down the bundle of lust that has filled my mouth, the song hits repeat just as he brings his face into the crook of my neck, his well-polished tongue slipping down my neck toward my heaving chest effortlessly, leaving a trail of sleek saliva behind. His body drops to the floor and my eyes scan, trying to close my vision onto anything, but coming out blank. His close-cropped hair grazes my inner thigh and my cheeks flush while blistering heat pools right between my thighs. His hands run up my legs and I know the exact moment he runs them over my scars because his hand stops and he pulls his iPod out, flashing the screen onto my thighs. I take out the ear buds, my hands whipping down quickly to cover myself but he stops them before I can get close.

“Meadow…” he breathes out, his voice pained. “Fuck baby, he do this?”

Swallowing, I nod my head. “Every time since I was twelve.”

His head surrenders, his shoulders sag as he punches the floor with his fist. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Sorry for what? You have nothing to be sorry about.”

“No, you’re wrong, I do.”

Despite my not wanting to get into this right now, I ask, “How so?”

“Each of these scars is a reminder of how late I was getting to you. I will never fail you again.” His words reach deep into my chest, twisting my heart. A single tear drops down my cheek and I rub it away instinctively. Before I can ask him what he’s doing, he places the earbuds back into my ears, and the same silken tongue that slid down my neck is pushed up against my clit. Swinging my head back, I hit it on the wall behind me, bringing my hand to my mouth to calm my moans. His tongue works patiently, skimming circles around my nub comfortably. He applies pressure to me, picking up his pace before bringing his hands up my thighs, leaving a tingle of sensations running through my scorching hot blood. Something deep pulls in my lower stomach, edging for more, I don’t know much but I know I want more of what he’s doing. Slowly, I begin riding my pussy on his mouth, his tongue slipping over my clit softly but roughly. Tugging on one of the ear buds until it drops out of my ear, he mumbles. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I whisper hoarsely, bringing my hands to his hair, tugging on it lightly. “Keep doing that.” The coldness that now covers my clit is an emptiness I’m not ready to feel. However, it brings its own kind of pleasure with it. His hair bristles over my thighs again as he runs his tongue up my slit roughly, bringing a single finger in between my thighs where he slips his finger inside my folds. My breath catches at the sudden invasion, but I instantly relax when I register where I am and how good it feels. When he curves his finger, another sensation sets off, this time coming from deep inside. I need more of that, more of what his finger is giving me, I need him inside me and I need it now.

“Beast,” I whimper. “I need you inside me.”

Everything stops, his head disappearing from between my thighs. “Is that right?” he growls deeply into my ear. My body jolts in surprise and I shove him in the shoulder. “Don’t do that. Scared the shit out of me.”

He chuckles deeply from the crook of my neck. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I hiss. “Stop treading carefully. If I didn’t want this to happen and if I wasn’t ready, I would have never lead you on. Trust me, I’m ready.”

Silence fills the air. “Beas—” My question is cut off by his hands wrapping around the back of my upper thighs, lifting me off the floor and pushing me up against the wall. I wrap them around his waist, my arms around his neck. Searching for his lips with mine, I hover over them. “Kiss me,” I whisper against his warm, damp lips. The sweet taste of my arousal lacing them.

Bringing one of his hands up around the back on my neck, he wraps his fingers around me and inches my face closer, bringing his lips onto mine. When they touch, explosions happen behind my eyes, all that built up chase has exploded everywhere and I can’t contain how much I want him. The feeling overwhelms me. I begin rubbing myself over his length that is still behind his shorts.

Why are they still on?

Using the back of my feet, I push them down and he chuckles into my mouth, pulling my bottom lip into his and biting down on it gently. He pulls down the front of his shorts, his cock rubbing against the center of my thighs.

“This what you wanted?” he growls into my ear, pulling back and ruffling in his pocket before sliding the condom on.

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, this is what I wanted.” In one slow thrust, he buries himself deep inside me. My walls contract, pulling him in deeper as a low groan escapes his mouth. “Fuck.” With one fist lying up against the wall and the other arm wrapped around my waist, carrying most of my weight that isn’t leaning on the wall with one arm, my body stretches slowly, inch by inch taking in his impressive length. It’s fully up in there and I don’t think I can take any more of him, so I begin thrusting over him. With his other hand, he brings it down to the front of my top, pulling my tank top over my swollen breasts and slowly covering one with his molten mouth, running perfect circles around my nipple, setting off pleasure ripples from my chest. Pulling his mouth away to give the other some attention, the coldness zaps my sensitive nub and I bite down on my bottom lip to stop my moaning. Bringing his hand back down to my other thigh, he pulls out of me, a pulling suction hitting my g-spot every time he extracts. My walls tense around his cock as my stomach pulls deeper, filling with need and fired by lust.

“Beast,” I moan as his mouth covers mine, his tongue coming out and swiping across my own before he sucks it into his mouth. The feeling grows. I turn into a ball of fire ready to explode in this very spot. “Shit,” I whisper. “I’m…I’m…”