105. Kate

With Raya pushing me furiously I somehow found the strength to speak. “Please can you hold me, I don’t want you to look at me when I tell you,” and although his jaw clenched in worry he let me nuzzle into his chest.

Inhaling that deep bonfire scent I told him everything. How he had the silver knife to my throat, how my fear had turned him on so much he wrapped my hand around his cock to jerk him off. Like a teenager with a wet dream it was still in his trousers, but still I felt disgusted with myself.

In halting, forced sentences I described as much as I could. “He…finally lost it when his knife shot up too high and actually cut me. Then he licked up my chest where the blood trickled and…Dex I’m so sorry.”

His huge arms were already around my body. This was the kind of comforting softness he’d given me so tenderly when he plucked me out of the rain. I hadn’t wanted to be that girl again. I didn’t cry as I told him but everything came in gulps and stumbles. Having to admit just how s