SEVENTY FIVE

THIRTEEN

AUDREY

There were so many scars and I knew that it was the sign that I needed to be running for the hills but I was more intrigued with him than I had ever been with anything in my life and I could not tear my eyes from his body nor could I move as he stared at me with black eyes while I trailed my fingers over his scars.

He looked like I was doing the exact opposite of what he had thought I would do and it fascinated him too

I rested my gaze on his chest, swallowing painfully at the scar that matted it even then; he must have been tortured to have been scarred this bad and I wondered who the hell would hurt him in such damning way.

I watched his lips turn up in a smile before they descended on mine, his tongue forcing my mouth open and plunging deep. I was hit by the intensity of this kiss and clung to him to steady myself against the onslaught of heat pooling in my belly.

He tasted like absolute sin and the danger I had been trying all my life to run away from but I was com