CHAPTER FIFTEEN

JAGGER

I’ve seen a lot in my life. Drugs tend to create negative environments, but this is something I’ve never seen. Never imagined. I have heard of cutters. I know people hurt themselves, even if I don’t personally understand it. This? I’m fucking lost.

“McKinley?”

My voice comes out as raw and broken as my heart feels at this moment. With black marker, there are things written all over her body.

Fat whore. Pig. Ugly. Fat. Gross. Better dead .

What the fuck is this?

“I’ll go,” she repeats as she holds her clothes in her hands, trembling like a goddamn leaf in the wind. Is she afraid of me?

“I’ll get dressed and go.”

“McKinley.”

It’s the only fucking word I can get out, because I’m still trying to fucking process this. Once my brain and mouth decide to work together, I ask, “Who did this to you?”

I’m imagining scenarios that will undoubtedly end with a bat to that fucker’s head. I swear to God, if he did this to her, he’s going to pay with his life.

“Don’t. You were never meant to see this. I’m going to go.”

I run a hand through my hair. “You are not going anywhere. Get in the shower now, McKinley.”

She holds her head down, like she’s so ashamed. I know this is not something she wanted me to see.

Silently, she takes her bra and panties off. This is not how I imagined seeing her naked for the first time, so I attempt to not stare at her body. I’m fucking furious, but I try to hide it, because I don’t want to make her feel bad about herself. Whoever did this to her, I’m sure already accomplished that.

I take off my shirt and jeans, along with my boxers, and climb into the shower behind her. She turns with a start. “What are you doing?”

I clench my jaw. “Washing every one of those goddamn lies off your beautiful body.”

Pouring the body wash in my hand, I ask her, “Can I wash you? I don’t know if it’s okay to touch you.”

She nods. “You can touch me, Jagger.”

I kneel in front of her and wash her stomach gently.

“Who did this? Make me understand.”

The water sprays all over her back as I look up at her, and see the tears falling down her cheeks. “I did.”

My heart fucking drops. It’s bad enough to imagine someone else doing this to her, but she did this to herself?

“Why?”

Moving to her thighs, I wash the front and insides, all places where she has these vile fucking words.

“I don’t know how to explain it to you. You’re perfect, so you wouldn’t understand. Erik did it to me a couple years ago, and I guess I started doing it after. Not all the time, but it helps when the thoughts become too much, to write them. And it reminds me to not eat too much food.”

“What triggered this?”

She closes her eyes as she holds her hands in front of her stomach, trying to conceal what she perceives as fat from me.

“You’re so beautiful, so I’m having trouble understanding, but I’m trying.”

More tears fall down her cheeks as I rise to my feet.

“I come with a lot of baggage. I tried to tell you, Jagger. I’m sorry. This was all such a mistake. I said no, and I should’ve stuck with it.”

I take her face in my soapy hands. “Stop trying to fucking run. I’m not allowing it. This pisses me off, that he made you feel this way about yourself. Still, it doesn’t make me want you any less. But I swear to God, McKinley, I’m taking all your goddamn markers away.”

She covers her face like she can’t bear to look at me. “They are in my purse.”

A lightbulb goes off in my head, and I let her go and get out of the shower.

“There’s a towel hanging on the hook. Dry off and go lay on my bed. Nothing more than a towel.”

I quickly dry off, and head to the entryway and find her purse. Normally, I’d never go into a woman’s belongings, but this is important. I pull out the red washable marker and head back to the bedroom.

I smirk at her. “You do look good in my bed, baby.”

She blushes and I approach her with the marker. “I want to write on your beautiful skin.”

I stare at her horrified expression, but I explain myself, “Not vile things. Kind of like affirmations, I guess. What I see when I look at you.”

“If anything bothers you, stop me.”

I grab the towel and open it, so her entire body is exposed to me.

“Jesus Christ, McKinley. So beautiful. These aren’t fucking flaws. They are curves.”

Pulling the cap off the marker, I lean over her and write on her left thigh, and say the word as I’m writing it, “Beautiful.”

Moving to her other thigh, I write, “Curvy and beautiful.”

She watches me with curious eyes, as I spread her thighs and move to the inside, “Perfect.” Moving to the other, I write, “Mine.”

I go to her soft stomach and she flinches. While I don’t think she has any fucking reason to hate her body, I know she does and I plan to change that, but it’ll take time to undo the damage he did, if it’s even possible.

“I wish I could make you see yourself through my eyes. You wouldn’t see anything wrong. All you would see is how fucking gorgeous you are.”

“Jagger,” she whispers, like she’s never heard anyone say she’s beautiful, but I have trouble believing that. Surely some man before that asshole did.

I sign my name over her stomach. “Every perfect inch is mine.”

I cap the marker and toss it on the nightstand, and it falls to the floor, but I’ll get it later. Crawling in beside her, I ask, “I’d really like to touch you, but if you don’t want me to, I won’t.”

“Please, Jagger. I need you.”

Leaning over her, I place a hand on the mattress beside her shoulder and press my lips to hers, once again tasting her tongue, while she slides her hands up my chest and around my neck. Her fingers on my skin could set me on fire.

“Touch me, Jagger, please touch me. Your cock pressing into my leg is driving me crazy.”

I chuckle at her words. “Sorry, baby, he has a mind of his own.”

She drags her hands down my chest and grabs my length in her small hand.

“McKinley,” I warn.

Instead of stopping, she tightens her grip with a smile. “What was the first song you sang to me, Mr. Wild? I can’t remember, but I think you claimed you were going to fuck me like an animal. I’m waiting to see if you’ll deliver on your promises.”

“Spread your legs.”

I get up and climb between her beautiful thighs, and hover over her, with a hand on either side of her on the mattress. Swiping my tongue over her nipple before taking it between my teeth, she gasps softly.

Kissing my way down her belly, she wiggles underneath me. “Not there.”

I stare at her. “Yes, there. Everywhere. I told you. Every beautiful inch is mine.”

Moving down, I kiss the insides of her thighs while I hold her legs back. The scent of her pussy calls to me on a primitive level. I’m desperate to taste her.

“You’re gorgeous like this, filthy girl.”

She whimpers for me and I lose what little control I had. I swipe my tongue up her center, from her opening to her clit. Swirling my tongue over her clit makes her moan, and I do it again and again, because I want more of those sounds of pleasure.

Pushing two fingers inside her, while feasting on her pretty pussy, has her writhing under me, just like I wanted. She digs her fingers into the sheets, clutching onto them as she screams my name.

“Jagger,” she cries out as she bucks her hips upward, smothering my face with her delicious, wet cunt. Her cheeks flush and her eyes are wide with lust. I hope she doesn’t think I’m done, because I’m not. Not by a fucking longshot.