Scarred (Lost Series Book 2) by LeTeisha Newton Read Free Book Online

great at it. I don’t come cheap.”
    “You’re an asshole,” I argued.
    “I’ve got much more enjoyable things you can do with that filthy mouth of yours, keep testing me.”
    “Fuck you.”
    “You will, repeatedly. Starting tonight, since you obviously don’t know your fucking manners. Who do you think made sure none of those thugs your piece of shit ex sent sniffing around didn’t get close to you? Who do you think made sure you had new clothes, a laptop, a phone, and took care of all your medical bills? Huh? Me. You owe me enough, even if I didn’t agree to your asinine plot to kill your ex. Be lucky I’m going to show you anything more than that fucking dick you used to screw.”
    I stared at him. “Who fucked you up, Ethan? Hmm? Who messed you up in the head so much that you believe this load of shit you’re shoveling? I may be desperate, but I’m woman enough to admit that. Hell, I’m bitchy enough to admit I’ve even wondered how that cock of yours might feel, but don’t confuse my need to get rid of the person that destroyed my life with me allowing you to make me a doormat.”
    We stared at each other as Pavel, not once saying a word, pulled the car over to the side of the road. He still said nothing as he got out the car, took the keys, and closed the door behind him. In the silence, I thought of my words, but I didn’t regret them.
    So what if I wanted him? If I was surprised that desire was returned, after so long my goal might be in reach. It didn’t mean I would take whatever shit he tossed out and accept it. I wouldn’t trade one cage for another. Derrick destroyed everything I was and I didn’t want to be that woman any longer. I couldn’t be. What I needed was to be stronger all around.
    Ethan laced his fingers into my hair and pulled, bending me backwards until I had to hold on to the front seats for balance. I heard his belt buckle give and the loud sound of his zipper. I held on to his wrist as he lifted me back up and angled my head down to look at his cock.
    He was hard, standing tall and firm between us, so pale in the darkness. It was thick and smooth, almost perfectly built, like him, but there was one imperfection. A scar that started on the left side of his groin and bunched at the side of his penis, pulling it that direction a bit.
    “A shank,” he told me, thumbing the area. He trailed his thumb up the shaft and swirled it over the head of his cock.
    I watched, absorbed.
    “I nearly died before they could stop the bleeding,” he explained. His words didn’t match his hands as he fisted his cock in easy glides. “My enemy, though? They couldn’t save him. Couldn’t hope to. I made sure of that.”
    He pulled my hand around his cock and  held me to him. He was so hot, pulsing under my fingertips. I caught my breath as he pumped my hand up and down, showing me how he liked it, the pressure I needed. I knew it wasn’t right, but my body tightened, my nipples hardened, and I felt moisture leak from me. I wanted him, even now, after all the fucked up things he said.
    After all the things he told me to expect. I still wanted him.
    We were two scarred souls, twisted up in a tortured past, living today as only whispers of who we once had been, and facing uncertain futures that looked bleak. But here, in this moment, our bodies connected; I felt alive. For whatever the reason, even knowing the sickness of what we were doing, I liked it.
    Because this monster, for all his words, wanted me .
    “Who screwed me? People like you. Soft-hearted, weak souls that let life beat them down and thought what I did was so horrible I deserved to have my entire life stripped from me. Now, I’m more than they ever dreamed, deadlier than they could ever fathom, and putting me in that prison only created the man you, , so desperately need to be safe.”
    We worked him together, twisting and moving as he groaned and leaned his head back in the car. I dared to lift my head to watch him. His