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

eyes were closed, he worried his bottom lip with white teeth. I was a voyeur, wrapped up in his story, drawn by his need, and wished, just a bit, I could feel some of it.
    We were absolutely wrong together, and wouldn’t be here if not because of the horrible moments in our past. I knew that. Later, after all of this, after I watched his hips pump into my hand until his come ran over my fingers, I’d remember my anger and would think I was a stupid woman. But right now, none of that mattered. I leaned forward and licked his exposed neck, and gripped him harder. Feeling bold, I looked down and let saliva drip from my mouth to coat his cock.
    “Fuck yes,” he said. I felt powerful. Right here, I controlled what was between us. I held the power. I smiled, feeling something else come over me.
    Big Bad Wolf was powerless before his desire for me.
    I loved the feel. Needed it. So I stroked his cock and watched him. “You like that?” I asked and his swift intake of breath was my answer.
    “It won’t always be like this,” he said, his voice rough with passion.
    “No, but right now it is.”
    He opened his mouth to say something else, but I didn’t let him. This time I kissed him. Tasted his coolness and mint flavor. His lips were firm against mine, and his tongue glided into my mouth. I twisted my wrist, dancing over the head of his cock until he was groaning into my mouth. I swallowed his pleasure down.
    And as he came, hot sticky fluid binding us together, I realized not once had I thought of Derrick, because he didn’t matter in the face of Ethan.
     
     

 
     
     
     

    The first time Derrick hit me, he told me he was sorry. Many beatings later, he still said the same thing. Ethan was different... He would never think to apologize.

7
    River
     
     
     
     
    A s we pulled up to the gates, his essence drying on my t-shirt, armed guards waved us through. Could they see his stamp? Could they know what we had done? Had Pavel lost respect for me as he climbed back in the car and Ethan buckled his pants?
    I didn’t know the answer to any of those questions, and it tore me up. The 'later' where I thought of myself as stupid had come sooner than expected. I watched the drive, with open lawns and mini guard shacks where men nodded as we passed. It was better than looking at Ethan. Better than possibly seeing satisfaction, or worse, disinterest in me.
    Ethan’s house was a fortress. Built of stone, the mansion was imposing. All grey and glass, it was a fortress in the center of suburbia, surrounded by forested land to keep it hidden away. By the look of it, there had to be at least three levels above ground, or high vaulted ceilings on two floors. Pavel took us up the driveway under an archway to park. Once there, he got out first before opening the door for Ethan. A tall man with dark blue eyes, black hair, and a charcoal grey suit came up as Ethan climbed out.
    “ Vor v zarkone ,” he said to Ethan before he bent and kissed Ethan’s cheek.
    “ Bratok, ” Ethan replied.
    The man then turned to acknowledge Pavel. “ Avtoritet .”
    “ Bratok, ” Pavel replied before getting back into the car.
    I didn’t know what they were saying, but I wasn’t stupid. I saw the respect Ethan got from everyone, and knew his title must have been something like a boss. Since the man who came out bowed and spoke to Pavel as well, I assumed Pavel was under Ethan in rank. I wasn’t sure, but it made me feel better to at least be able to assume little pieces.
    “Your room is ready,” the man said.
    “Good, Vadim. You will be in her detail. Derzhat' yeye v bezopasnosti .”
    “Da,” Vadim answered and then stepped slightly behind us, to the left of me.
    I looked over my shoulder at him, but Ethan pulled me forward. “You’ll have access to the house later. For now clean up and wait for me in bed. Vadim will show you the way.”
    I stopped, pulling my hand from Ethan. “Get in your bed and wait?”
    “Is there something about