Scarred Beauty by Sam Crescent Read Free Book Online

cared. Elle was his for the taking. He knew Brad had only
wanted him to do the one day, but he wanted to see more of her. The connection
he felt was more than he could understand.
    “I don’t want to talk about other business days.
I want to get to know you. What do you do with your days?” Isaac put his hand
on top of hers and stared into her eyes.
    “I’m a painter.”
    “An artist?”
    “Some people call me that. I just love to paint.
What do you like doing with your free time?”
    “
Reading
.
I have a thing for classic books.”
    “I read romance in my spare time,” she said.
    Isaac smiled.
    “What made you decide to seek my services?”
    She licked her lips, the action making his cock
harden further. Did she not know how erotic she looked?
    “I wanted to spend some time with a man. Getting
to know him and maybe progress to something further. It is stupid I know.” She
went to move her hand away. Isaac held onto her.
    He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her if he
tried. The endless amount of empty fucking had led him to look for something
more. The woman before him held exactly what he was looking for.
    “I don’t think you’re stupid. I think getting to
know each other is one of the best forms of intimacy. I want you to promise me
that the moment we are in each other’s company we are completely honest with
each other. Will you promise me that?”
    After several seconds she nodded her head. “I
can promise to be honest. Will you do the same for me?”
    “I will be completely honest with you.”
    He would keep his true identity from her, but
everything else would be the truth. Cupping her face, he ran his thumb down her
scar. The mark didn’t mar any of her beauty. In his eyes, she epitomised what
true beauty was supposed to be.   She held
substance and depth. Her emotions were full and plain to see if you looked hard
enough. Brad had found himself a real treasure, and Isaac envied the time he’d
already spent with her.
    “I’ve only had one friend who has touched my
scar. He’s really nice. I think you’d like him. He’s got a brother called
Isaac,” she said.
    Smiling, he held his tongue. The instinct to
tell her he was the brother she spoke of was so strong. He held back for fear
she would feel hurt. Time would only heal so much. He wanted more time with her
before he told her who he was.
    “Will you show me your other scars?”
    “I don’t want to take my shirt off in front of
you.”
    “I’ve taken mine off. Show me who you are,
Elle.”
    She bit her full bottom lip, her gaze going from
him to the door and back again. With a nod of the head, she stood up and began
unbuttoning her shirt. He watched as each button released, revealed silky,
cream-coloured skin. She did not get out in the sun much or use fake tanning
lotion. Everything on her body was natural, apart from her hair colour. The
blonde in the picture suited her better. The colour really showed up the
paleness of her complexion.
    Her shirt went to the bed as she stood in front
of him. Her white lacy bra made her look so young and delicate. Isaac felt like
a bastard. He was older than she, and he wanted her more than anything. His
intentions were not all innocent. He wanted her with a passion that only a man
of his age possessed.
    Staring at the top part of her body he saw the
white lines from her accident. Reaching out, he touched her. Her stomach wasn’t
flat like the women he was used to. She had curves. Her waist spanned out into
large, full hips that he knew he would be able to grip as he pounded deep
inside her cunt. The fire burning inside him was growing brighter with every
moment.
    “What caused these?”
    “I don’t talk about it.”
    “Would you tell me?” he asked. Their first
meeting was about taking it steady. She sat down next to him, her nakedness
clearly forgotten in the moment.
    He only had her shirt off, and he wanted to fuck
her. Instead, he glanced at her. For the first time in his life, he sat