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comes down again. I look down, watching his face move between my legs. Another slap and heat fills me everywhere.
    I’m going to come. The snake of an orgasm writhes its way through me, coiling deep in my belly, eager to strike.
    He spanks me again, even harder this time and I open my legs farther, needing his tongue deeper. But he pulls away and kisses the skin on my thigh.
    “No!”
    Disappointment so intense, the bark of the word is out of me before I knew my mouth was forming the word.
    He merely chuckles, his palm coming down again, the sting immediately followed by another. His lips press to my hip bone again, then higher. His tongue slides over the scar which is the “body” for the angel on my lower belly. I close my eyes, trying not to remember the burn of the knife sinking into my skin.
    “You were badly hurt,” he says, his finger now tracing the scar.
    I can only nod, looking down to watch his fingers trace the outline of one angel wing, then the other. I see the moment he recognizes the words so cleverly crafted into the wings’ feathers. Mom on one. Dad on the other.
    He looks up at me, those blue eyes filled with tenderness again. “I’m sorry,” he says, and I know he means it.
    Emotion heats my face again and tears fill my eyes as memories of that horrible night flash in front of me. I blink them away, refusing to let them into this room as his fingers trace the cursive letters of the quotes inked into my ribs.
    “Your pain has a purpose,” he whispers, reading the top line.
    “With agony comes strength,” he reads the second.
    “Love roars louder than demons.
    We live in the scars we choose.
    Hope comes with each breath.
    I bloom from the wound where I once bled.
    With darkness comes stars.
    Inhale the future. Exhale the past.”
    “They become more inspirational,” he says as he traces the last one. “You are your only limit.”
    There are nine quotes there, one quote for the number of years since that night when my life was forever changed.
    You’ve been a bad girl.
    I shudder as my sister’s words whisper through my mind. They spin around, circling and circling, echoing through every cell in my body. They’re so real, like she’s right there, holding the bloody tip of the blade against my throat. The blade with my parents’ blood, I learned later. She had drugged them, their autopsies had reported, before slamming the knife into their hearts.
    Before coming after me.
    My hands are untied, and I’m being pulled into his arms. We’re on the floor, and he’s holding me in his lap, pressing me into his chest, whispering soothing words into my hair.
    “She was only twelve,” I whisper, needing to say the words, get them out.
    “Who?”
    “My sister.”
    “Was your sister killed too?” he asks, his hand stroking my spine.
    “No.” I force the next words to come out. “She killed them, my parents.”
    He stiffens before pulling me closer to him, balling me into his warmth. “And tried to kill you too?” he offers, but I shake my head.
    “No. She tried to blame me.”
    I feel his confusion, but I can’t talk about this anymore. I don’t ever talk about this, not to anyone. Why it’s coming out now is beyond me, but I need it to stop. I raise my head, looking up at him, turning in his lap until I’m straddling his hips.
    “Make me forget.” I swallow and begin unbuttoning his shirt. “Sir. Please make me forget.”
    We’re off the floor, and I’m wrapped around his body, my face in his neck as he carries me to the enormous bed. My back presses into the mattress and I take his weight as he comes down with me. His mouth is on my temple, my cheek, my ear, my neck. He lifts his head and looks deeply into my eyes. His thumb wipes away a tear that has escaped.
    His eyes fall to my mouth and that same thumb wipes over it before he meets my gaze again. “Fuck it,” he mutters and takes my lips with his, plunging his tongue into my mouth.
    I fight his shirt, pulling it up his