17. Chapter 17

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I refuse to grow angry looking at the scars and marks that litter her entire body. I don't think there is a part that isn't covered. Her chest, over her large tits, down her stomach, thighs, all the way down to her toes, where one is missing.

I refuse to be angry right now. That can wait until after I get finished with her, because right now, Blake is standing in front of me, naked. I can't think of anything but burying my face in her pussy and watching her cum on my tongue.

"Get on the bed," I order, swinging my legs over the side and standing.

Blake peers down, swallowing whatever fears she's holding inside. I don't want her to be afraid of me, but if she's not scared of Ryker, then she has no reason to be afraid of me. Not after what I heard last night and not when she came back to bed relaxed and snoring.

Blake hasn't moved a muscle, her eyes glued to the floor. Does she think I'm going to judge her from her scars? I thought we'd been over this before.

"I won't ask again, Blake, get on the bed," I growl .

Blake nods, moving towards the bed, and climbing on top, I can't move, watching the way her hips sway or the jiggle in her ass. Fuck, I'm going to bury my face in her ass and fucking live there.

"Good girl," I mumble, walking around the side of the bed. Blake's head snaps up to mine, her eyes blown and fuck, she looks so delicious. "I can't wait to taste you." The words fly from my mouth, leaving Blake to freak out.

"Are you going to be a good girl and let me do what I've been wanting to do since you threw a knife at me?" I smirk, walking toward the end of the bed. Blake shakes her head, crab-crawling backwards. As if that would save her. "I'll give you one chance to tell me no." Reaching the bed, I grab ahold of her ankle. "So tell me, Sunshine, do you want to cum on my tongue?"

Blake doesn't move an inch; I can feel her pulse increasing in her ankle. I know she's afraid. She thinks it's wrong to enjoy something sexual. But she doesn't realize if she tells me no, I'll stop. I wait to see what she's going to do, and when she gives me the smallest nod, I move. Yanking her ankle, I drag her down the bed. Blake's eyes widen even more, pushing up on her elbows.

I don't waste any time, and my knees collide with the ground, my mouth watering with her pussy at eye level. Fuck, I've waited so long I'm not sure this even feels real. My eyes are glued to her glistening lips, trying to memorize everything about her…

"Blake," I growl. Looking up, she's already biting her lip, tears forming in her eyes. "Did he do this?" I ask, my hands forming into fists. She has a small nick on her pussy lips, but it's enough to know that it was Ryker's doing. The idea the Ryker hurt her makes me want to unload an entire round into his stupid masked face.

She nods, glancing away. Grabbing her knees, I spread her further apart, bypassing the scars on her thighs. "Did you enjoy it?" I ask. That's all that matters, if she liked what he did, then I don't have a say.

Blake nods her head again, not letting go of that damn lip. "You liked him hurting you?" I ask, tilting my head to the side. There is so much about Blake that I'm realizing we don't know. Sure, I know she needs protecting, and it's from some stupid fuck that wants to marry a girl, even though he's twice her age.

She nods once again, her legs shaking and not the way I want them to. I don't ask her anything else, and spreading her legs further apart I dive in. My tongue licks along her seam, moaning at the taste exploding on my tongue. I watch Blake from the top of my eyes. Her eyelids drop, that bottom lip still being bitten.

"Fuck, Blake," I growl into her pussy. Using one hand, I pull her lips apart, my tongue diving back into her hole. Her juices flood my tongue, and I can't control the noises escaping my mouth. Blake's legs try to close, but I won't have that. She's going to let me devour her and I don't care if I have to tie her legs apart.

"Keep trying to close your legs and you'll suffocate me," I mumble.

Blake tenses for a moment before loosening her legs. "Hmm, I didn't say I wouldn't mind being suffocated by you."

Holding her open, I use my other hand, brushing against her core with my fingertip. Blake tightens, her legs shaking from the little effort I've used. Dipping my tongue into her core, I hum, relishing in her taste, in her smell.

I've had women before, I've been between their legs, and had my fair share, but there's something about Blake. Her taste is intoxicating, I could get drunk from that alone. And her smell, I want to wear her on me all the time. I want everyone to know she's mine and mine alone.

My cock throbs in my pants, begging to be released. But I don't want to spook her, even if she's seen it before, it was for a split second. Fuck, I can't do it. Using one hand, I shove it into my boxer briefs, holding my base. I need relief soon and my mouth on her skin is enough to get me there.

I can feel her tightening around my finger and tongue. "You look at me," I order. Blake sits up on her elbows, eyes nearly closed. "You're going to cum on my tongue and you're going to watch me while you do it."

Blake's mouth drops open, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. A few tugs on my cock and I'm exploding into my hand. Blake's body shakes, her abs tightening and she's cumming. Her juice drops onto my tongue. I can't think of a better breakfast. I want her pussy to be my every meal, every day. And if I have it my way, she will be.

I ease back, pulling my hand from my pants. Reaching for the towel she had dropped, I wipe my hand clean before turning back towards Blake.

Standing up, Blake doesn't look at me, her eyes looking towards the door as if she was counting down the seconds before she could run.

"Do you regret what I just did?" I ask.

Blake shakes her head, still refusing to look at me. Reaching down, I grab her chin forcing her to look at me.

"Then look at me. You just made me cum just from your taste alone. If that's not enough to tell you I don't care about your scars, then I don't know what will because I can tell you're overthinking."

Blake narrows her eyes at me. Oh, my girl wants a fight. Smirking down at her, I wait to see what she's going to do. She doesn't have anything on her, she's completely naked, but with that look in her eye, I know she wants to test me.

"I wouldn't, darling. I'm in a mood to dominate you and I think right now you need to deal with what emotions are running through your head."

Blake nods her head immediately against my hand. Slowly the fight leaves her eyes.

"Good girl, now get dressed, I'll go make you some breakfast." Bending down, I press my lips against her, taking Blake by surprise. Smiling against her mouth, I love that she can taste herself on my lips. Before things can get too heavy, I pull back, kissing her forehead once more, and leave the bedroom.

The moment I see Ryker standing in the kitchen, all that anger I had before going down on Blake flares right back up. The fact he cut her, that he violated her.

"Ryker Blackwell," I growl, marching towards the kitchen.

At the sound of his last name, Ryker jerks his head towards me. Even with the mask on, I can see the pull of his brows, his eyes narrowing down at me.

"Better explain to me real quick about using my last name, or we're going outside," he snaps .

"What did you do to her?" I say, stopping right in front of him, my hands fisted at my side.

"Nothing she didn't want."

"Are you fucking kidding me, Ryker? We have no idea what she wants, she doesn't fucking speak." I'm a bastard for bringing that up. I hate the words the moment they leave my mouth. But I see the change in Ryker. It might be small, the flicker in his eyes. I can't quite place the emotion and I'm sure he doesn't understand them either.

"I might not have asked her for permission, but that doesn't mean I didn't get it."

Rolling my eyes, it's such a Ryker response.

"And while we're on the topic of our girl, we need to figure out what's going on. I'm not going to sit here feeling like I have to watch over my shoulder every second. I want to know who's after her, and why. I want to know every detail about her."

I'm nodding my head in agreement.

"I only know the basics. Three years ago, she was taken with her brother's boyfriend and held for over twelve hours. I was told after that she became mute and hasn't even muttered a word since. I think Gabriel and her hold a tight bond. But the head of the Italian Mafia, Antonio, wants to marry her in some bringing the families together bullshit. You know, mafia families and all their weird rules."

"Well, figure it out," Ryker growls. Turning around, he grabs a coffee mug and pours coffee, sugar, and cream. I cock my head to the side, wondering when he started drinking his coffee with cream and sugar. I open my mouth to say something but stop when I hear the bedroom door open. Blake steps out, her leggings and sweatshirt back in place, her hood up. Frowning, I hate that it might feel like we're moving two steps forward only to move four steps back.

The sound of the back door slamming shut has me turning around, only to find Ryker gone. Letting out a sigh, I know I need to figure out what's going on with him. As well as figuring out Blake. I need to know what happened to her, what she went through, but I have a feeling it's going to be like pulling teeth .

"Come on, let's eat." I motion to the kitchen island. My eyes stay glued to the cinnamon rolls, the ones Ryker made for her.

Blake sits on the side of the couch, her legs stretched out as she reads some book she got off the shelf. Walking over, I grab her calves, picking them up before sitting down and placing them on my lap. Blake tenses, trying to pull her legs off me.

"Don't." I shake my head. I give myself two seconds before pulling her socks off, knowing she's going to be embarrassed and most likely have a panic attack. Which is exactly what she does. The book is forgotten, tossed to the floor. Her hands grab at my wrist, trying to stop me.

"Blake, breathe." I face her. Still pulling her socks off, I toss them onto the ground. "Tell me what happened," I whisper, my hands refusing to leave her ankle.

She shakes her head as tears well in her eyes.

"I can't help if you don't tell me what happened, Sunshine. And I want to help. I want to protect you, but I can't do that if I don't know what happened to you."

Blake's hands move, reminding me I have no idea what she's saying .

"I don't kn—"

"She's calling you a stupid asshole." Ryker appears next to me. Glancing up, Ryker crosses his arms over his chest, staring over at Blake. "And now she's calling both of us one." He chuckles.

Ryker walks around the table, sitting in the chair across from us. Turning my attention back to Blake, she matches Ryker, arms folded over her chest, narrowing those eyes at us.

"Blake, we want to help," I try to reason with her.

"There's no we in this, it's only Jace," Ryker hisses out, leaning back in his chair.

"Ryker," I growl.

His eyes flicker to Blake, watching as her hands move once more.

"What's she saying?" I ask, hating even more than I have no idea how to sign like her or Ryker.

"Well for starters, Blake, that's just fucking rude."

"Ryker, just answer me." I'm going to lose my patience with them already. I can feel it. Blake has a temper on her, and she likes to stab those that don't listen to her or whoever is too close. Ryker likes to push people's buttons and watch them squirm. I'm not looking forward to watching them fight and play stupid games back and forth.

"Whatever, she's saying it's none of our business about what happened to her and it's none of our concern to protect her." Ryker translates for me.

Rolling my eyes, I press my fingers into her heel, slowly trying to massage her feet, hoping she wouldn't notice.

"Oh, sweetheart, if you really think I give a damn about what happened to you, you're strongly mistaken. Jace is the only one who gives a fuck about you."

"Ryker!" I yell.

"What? She's nothing more than some mafia princess who can't handle the real world." He shrugs. "The sooner the fuckers find her, the better off me and you will be." With that Ryker stands up, leaving Blake even more upset than she was when I was pulling her socks off .

"Don't listen to him," I start, unsure how to calm her down. "He struggles with his emotions, and right now he doesn't know how to deal with you being here." I know it's not the best answer, but I hope it's enough for her.

Blake reaches over, grabbing the whiteboard from the small coffee table. I wait for her to write down what she needs to say.

Ryker can go to hell. It doesn't matter what happened to me in the past, your job is to protect me from Antonio, nothing else.

"I want to know about your past," I mumble.

Why? So, you can just use it against me.

Pushing my lips together, I rack my brain trying to understand why she would think I would use whatever happened in her past against her.

"Blake," I start, only stopping when she shakes her head, holding the board out for me again. Looking over, I frown, confused why we should be getting so upset. "I'm only trying to help."

Your only job is to protect me, not ask questions. She writes on the board, shoving it further into my face.

"I care about you."

Blake shakes her head, her hand flying over the board . Don't. Dropping the whiteboard, she stands, heading inside.

"Fuck."