A Hurt So Sweet Volume Four - Isabella Starling Page 0,34

too strong for me. I refuse to answer him. I'm not giving into Dexter Booth's demands ever again.

But my body betrays me. I'm trembling, and I know he'll notice soon enough. My center is flooding with eager neediness, but I can't let Dexter notice it. I have to hide it at all costs. He's only going to use it to his advantage if he does notice, and I'm not ready for this, not ready to give him more.

"You've been a little nightmare, Pandora," he tells me calmly. "I know you're hurting, toy. But don't you think I'm hurting too? I lost so much. Lily Anna killed my parents. My best friend. And now she took someone else. Why won't you let me mourn with you?"

"We shouldn't be mourning," I hiss, unable to stop myself. "We should be bringing Reign home. Doing everything in our power to get him back."

"Don't you think I'm doing that already?" His forehead creases as he prevents me from moving. "God, you're being a little nightmare, toy. All I've done is try to make you better. Why won't you get better for me?"

Something about that simple question resonates with me. My body shakes, my lips trembling as I whisper, "I can't. I don't know how."

"Then let me show you," Dex grunts. "Let me teach you... I can make you better, Pandora. You just have to let me..."

I become helpless then. My body stops resisting, lying there uselessly as he begins to kiss a line down my neck. His fingers grab onto the fabric of my nightie, and with a strong rip, he splits it down the middle, exposing my naked body.

"Look how beautiful you are," he mutters. "My toy..."

I close my eyes tightly, telling myself I'm not enjoying what he's doing to me. But it's a lie, and we both know it. My body shakes beneath his and I realize I'm eager for more of his cruel touch. But I'd never admit it to Dexter. I can't let him in on my weaknesses. I need to keep up pretenses.

But with the way he's kissing me, it quickly becomes apparent that's going to be near impossible to do.

"Please," I whisper when he kisses my belly. It feels amazing, but the loss of Reign is still fresh on my mind. I feel like I have no right to enjoy this.

"What do you want, pretty toy?" Dex mutters in my ear. "You want me to keep kissing you?"

I shut my eyes tightly and find myself nodding. Yes, I want it. I want everything and anything that will get my mind off my awful reality. The mess that is my life.

He moves his mouth over my abdomen to my exposed center. His lips linger over my hip bone, carefully, slowly kissing a line over my pussy. I haven't shaved in ages, and my pussy is covered in silky, light brown hairs. But he pays it no mind. He continues kissing me. It feels as if he's making love to me with his mouth. I don't know Dexter Booth like this. Gentle, almost sweet. I don't think he does, either.

"Please, Dex," I whisper. "Make me feel better. I want to feel better."

My hands find their way into his hair and I tangle my fingers in the dark strands, holding him where I need him most. Dex takes the hint. He's incredibly gentle, careful like I've never known him to be. He kisses my pussy in frustraing circles, never quite reaching my sex that buzzes with expectation. I want so much more, but I let him pick the pace, let him decide how much I can have and when.

When his lips finally wrap around my clit, I'm a moment away from having an orgasm. I haven't had one in months. The one I forced out of my body when I was staying with Mother, thinking about Dex, barely counts now that I have the real thing. I want to cry, because I realize then this is what I want. Dexter Booth is the one for me. No matter how cruel, twisted and evil he can be, this is what I need, what I crave. I want him to have control of me as much as I want to fight him for it.

And with that realization, I give in to him. I buck my hips and he buries his face between my legs, expertly licking, flicking, teasing me until I'm a moaning, desperate little mess. I want nothing more than to come, but