Chapter 37

CHAPTER 37

SIN

K ierra comes out of the bathroom and the nurse helps her back into bed. She's quiet. Too quiet. The nurse leaves the room and I ask, "Baby girl, is something wrong?"

She closes her eyes tight and says, "No."

"Kierra, look at me."

But she doesn't spare me a single glance as she destroys me, "I don't want this anymore, Sin. I don't want you. It's time we move on."

I don't move. I can't breathe. All the air in my lungs is gone. This can't be happening. How do you go from love to this in the blink of an eye?

Her eyes pop open. I think to see if I've left.

Silly fucking girl.

I raise an eyebrow at her. "Is that so?"

With a long, drawn-out sigh, she whispers softly, "Yes. Please go."

I chuckle obnoxiously. "Do you remember when I said if I fucked you again, I'd never let you go?"

"Yes."

"I don't lie, baby girl. I meant it then and I fucking mean it now. While I don't have a clue what is going on, I do know nothing has changed. I'll never let you go. You're mine."

She glances at me with a pain filled expression, "Everything has changed."

I get up and move to the side of her bed and sit beside her. "Talk to me. Where is this coming from?"

A tear slips down her cheek. "Can't you just go? Why do you have to make this so hard?"

I drag my thumb down her wet face. "I can't. You're asking me to rip my heart out for no apparent reason. I sat here every day, twenty-four seven for three and a half weeks. Waiting. Hoping to hear that sweet voice again. To look into your eyes. To hold you in my arms because when I can't, it's pure torture. If you've forgotten how you feel about me, I'll remind you. It's powerful. The intensity is so strong it nearly burns us both. I would burn to nothing but ash before I ever walk away from you.

More tears fall as she speaks low, "Sin, everything is different. I'm different."

The pain is so clear in her eyes, and it nearly breaks me. "Are you having flashbacks, baby girl? We'll get you through this. I'll hire the best therapists in the world to get you back to where you were before this happened."

She clenches her fists and shakes lightly. "If you ever gave a fuck about me, you'll go."

I glare at her as I wrap my hand around her throat, grabbing her chin with my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look into my eyes. "Why is everything different? I'm done playing fucking games with you. I want a goddamn answer."

More tears fall, but I ignore them as I wait for her response. "I'm ugly. I'll never be the same. The nurse said the scars are permanent. This is me now, Sin. Forever."

The pain in my chest becomes so intense it's nearly unbearable as I pull her into my arms, hoping like hell I don't hurt her but needing her close.

"You think whatever scars you have will change how I feel about you?"

She sobs into my chest, "They're red and ugly. You're used to beautiful women. You shouldn't be stuck with someone you're not attracted to."

I push her back down on the bed and yank her hospital gown down, revealing her gorgeous breasts and yes a deep red scar.

"Don't! No!"

Leaning down, I softly kiss what is probably her nastiest scar from where I saw the dagger fucking stuck in her body.

"You think this could keep me away?"

I stand up and pull the rest of the gown off her as she gasps, "Sin, stop. Someone could come in."

Leaning over her, I kiss every inch of the front of her body, being gentle when I get to the wounds.

"This doesn't make you less beautiful to me. If possible, it only makes me want you more."

She whimpers when I kiss the marks on the inside of her thighs. "I'm sorry they hurt you, baby girl. I will never forgive myself for not being there, but this changes nothing for me."

Moving back up to the top of her body, I cup her tit and brush my thumb over her nipple as I lean my head down and ghost my lips over hers. "This is all still mine."

I kiss her gently at first before it turns desperate and needy. I groan into her mouth as she moans into my mine while she digs those fucking nails into my scalp. The ones that drive me crazy. I never knew this was a turn-on for me, but with her, it is. I've always enjoyed sex. Don't all men? With Kierra, it's different from how it's ever been with any other woman. It's the most intense attraction I've ever experienced, and I felt it the first time I saw her in the casino.

As I pull away from our kiss, she runs her fingers down my stubble. "Can you wait to shave this?"

I raise an eyebrow at her. "Why?"

She blushes beautifully. "I want to feel it before you get rid of it."

"You're feeling it right now."

Kierra's blush turns bright red. "On my pussy," she whispers.

"Yeah? You want Daddy to eat that pretty pussy?"

Her eyes widen, like she's shocked at this point to hear my dirty mouth. She slaps my chest playfully. "Not in the hospital, you filthy animal."

I chuckle as I fix her gown because I really don't want the doctor to come in and see her beautiful body. It's only for me.

She shifts her body over to the side a little. "Please lay with me."

I grin with a raised brow. "Think I'll fit?"

With a giggle she says, "Don't be afraid, Daddy. I won't let you fall."

As I climb in, I ask her, "Can you lay on that side? I want to hold you but I don't want to hurt you."

She smiles softly as she moves onto her side, "This side is better than the other but I'd risk the pain either way. I need you."

With a contented sigh, she wraps herself in my arms, and gently I place my arm over her back and hold her to my chest. I still can't believe she thought the fucking scars would turn me off. I don't love them. It makes me so goddamn angry when I think of what happened to her. How close I came to losing her, but they dim nothing for me. If anything, they serve as a reminder of how quickly you can lose something so sacred. It only makes the itch to collar her and fucking tie her to me in every possible way more intense.