Sins and Scars (Sinners Book 1) (5 page)

“I will never change the way I am. If a man is going to put his hands on you, I won’t hesitate to kill the bastard. That fucker had you tied up to a damn chair and you were bleeding. He almost cut one of your damn arteries. He would have fuckin’ killed you if I didn’t get there in time. I can’t apologize for what I did to him. I would do it again if I had to. I will always protect you.” She sucks in a breath at my mention of her being kidnapped. I went fucking postal, and the only way I would be able to sleep at night was by gutting that fucker like a damn pig.
 

“I did it all for you. I wouldn’t have thought twice. Harlyn…” My words begin to fade.
 
I don’t even know what to say to her anymore. She thinks I’m a monster and that may be true, but I would do anything to save her.
 

“I knew you’d find me. You always did. And as much as I hate it, I’m thankful
because
you saved me. But I still don’t want to live in fear. What happens when the next time you have a blackout, you actually hurt me. You scared the shit out of me. I never knew someone could do something as violent as what you did.” She blows out a breath and looks down at my hand that’s covering my name.
 

Her lips turn up into a smile and she reaches down and moves my hand, replacing it with her own finger. She traces the ink and then looks up at me. “Do you remember the day I got this?” Closing my eyes, I listen to her heart beating.
 

Six months after we met, Harlyn turned eighteen and she had still been coming around the clubhouse to see me the whole damn time. When Romeo looked over at me, he shook his head. I told him that I would have her coming back for more, but the one thing I didn’t know was that tonight she was coming back to get what she’s tried to get me to do for months.
 

She had seen me with a club whore a few days after we met. The bitch was taking my cock into her mouth when Harlyn came around the corner. When our eyes met, I could see how angry she was with me. But she didn’t have any claim on me and I was still chasing tail just like I would any other day of the week. Just because I had her begging me to take her virginity every day didn’t mean shit to me. I couldn’t fuck her as long as she was underage.
 

We both watched her strut in with a dress that was so tight, that it left little to the imagination. Last week in church I had to fucking claim her in order to keep my men from staring at her too long. Every time I turned my back, one of them was going up to her trying to take her to bed. There was no way in fuckin’ hell that I would let that happen. I was going to be her first and I didn’t care who I had to maim in order to keep her pure.
 

“Stav.” She purrs when she comes up to me. Her hand goes to my bicep and she looks up at me like I hung the moon. I’ve taken her to bed with me a few times, but all we’ve done is fool around. I wanted to get her ready to take my dick. She was the tightest little fucking thing I’ve ever had my fingers in, and I was craving the day that I could finally fuck her.
 

“Hey baby.” I greet her. She leans forward and grabs the back of my neck, and pulls me closer to her.
 

“Guess what happens at midnight.” She had a wide smile and I took the bait. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her body into mine and ask her what. “I turn eighteen.” I groan at her words. It’s something I’ve been fucking waiting for what seems like forever. I finally get to feel her sweet little cunt squeezing my dick.
 

“Is that what this getup is for?” I ask eyeing her dress.
 

“No, this is for you.” She beams at me. She has come a long damn way from the scared little girl I met a few months ago. Openly flirting with me, wasn’t something that I pictured her doing, but my god she’s a fuckin’ natural at it.
 

Picking her up bridal style, I tell Romeo that I’m heading in for the night and I carry her to my room. She giggles and places kisses along my neck that cause my dick to grow in my jeans. Fuck, her mouth feels even better than before.
 

When I drop her on my bed, I can see the lust in her eyes. Every damn thing about her is fuckin’ perfect and I’m one lucky son of a bitch to have found her. Yeah I’ve fucked things up between us a time or two, but she still came back. I never lied to her about what I would be doing when she wasn’t here. My dick was my property and there wasn’t anyone that could change that - or so I thought.
 

Before I could even get on the bed with her, she surprises me with a question. “Why don’t you have an ol’ lady?” Sitting on the edge of the bed, I look over at her and try to figure out where this shit is coming from.
 

“Because I like to fuck who I want, when I want.” Moving so I can crawl over to her on the bed, I see a little flash of hurt fill her expression before it disappears just as quickly as it appeared.
 

“So after you fuck me, that’s it?” I’ve already told her that I didn’t do the clingy bitches who wanted something from me. I liked being alone because that meant that no one else had to deal with the monster that I had inside of me. Sometimes, there was nothing I could do to stop the beast from coming out. Something in my head just changed and I didn’t even know who I was. I didn’t want to subject someone else to that.
 

“I didn’t say that. You are different than every other bitch I’ve even messed around with. I like being with you.” I place a kiss on her lips and she wraps her arms around me.
 

“Fuck me.” She whispers against my lips. Dropping my head, I close my eyes and when I open them again, she’s looking up at me. She has that look of lust on her face. Looking at the clock on the wall, I see that there are only a few more hours until midnight. What’s a few hours going to hurt. She came here knowing what she was doing.
 

“Let’s make a deal.” I nip at her neck, and hold her hands above her head.
 

“What are you proposing?” The slight hint of interest at my words is written all over her face, and I have a feeling that she will do anything I ask her to.
 

“You put my name on your body and I’ll fuck you before midnight.” She looks at me for a second before she says anything.
 

“Doesn’t that…” She trails off and her brows pull together in question. I know what it means, and I have a feeling she does, too. When I take her, I know that there is no fuckin’ way that I’ll let another man have her. I will kill anyone who even tries to take what’s mine.
 

“Yes or no, babe. It’s not a hard decision. You want me to fuck you tonight, then you put my name on you. You’ll be mine and only mine.” Harlyn’s eyes roam down my body and I know she’s trying to picture me naked again. She’s seen my body before, and she knows how big my dick is. I don’t know why she’s wasting time.
 

“Yes.” Her answer is quiet, but she looks determined.
 

“Once I have you baby, I won’t give you up.” Her eyes meet mine and she doesn’t look nervous anymore.
 

“I like the sound of that.” Leaning down, I press my lips to hers. She spreads her legs as much as she can and I move both of her wrists into one of my hands above her head. I use my other hand to slide her dress up so I can fit in between her thighs. She wraps her long legs around me, and her heels dig into my ass.
 

Pulling away from her, breathless, I grab her hand and pull her off the bed with me. We have a pit stop before I deflower my little virgin.
 

 
“It definitely wasn’t romantic like you deserved.” I state, still rubbing her wrist. “I did it because I wanted every fucker who tried to put his hands on you to know who you belonged to.”
 

“You are just a modern version caveman, Stav. You gave me a choice that day and I made the decision. I wanted you. Hell, I wanted every part of you that you were willing to give me. I knew you had your issues, but you never once took advantage of me. You treated me like I was the most important thing in your life.” She leans forwards and her lips brush over my forehead.
 

“That’s because you are.” Instead of trying to think of the best way to put this, I just tell her. “You are the only one who can bring me down to my knees. You hold this power over me and the whole time you’ve been gone, I could only think about you, and what you were doing, and who you were with. I had to fuckin’ stop myself more times than I could count from going to you and bringing your ass back here.” She presses her forehead against mine and closes her eyes.
 

“I never slept with them.” My head snaps up to hers and I see the truth in her eyes.
 

“Then…” I don’t know what to even say. My man that was following her said that she was taking men home with her, and going to their places.
 

“I know you had someone follow me. It’s probably why you let me stay away for so long.” She pauses and reaches down to grab my hand. When she continues, I’m speechless. “I made it look like I was sleeping with other people so that your man
 
would tell you. I wanted you to hurt as bad as I did.”
 

Hearing the truth fall from her lips is almost as painful as it is exultant. My anger takes a hold of me instead of focusing on the happiness I should be feeling that I’m the only one who’s ever been inside of her.
 
Pulling my head away from her, I grip her throat. It isn’t enough to hurt her, and it sure as hell isn’t doing anything to tame the beast that’s rising in me. Her hands get out of my grip and they go to my forearm.
 

“Stav.” She’s the only one I let call me that. She’s the only one that I’ve given my heart to, and she intentionally tried to fuck with my head. My fingers start to squeeze her neck, but she never shows me fear. “Stavros. Please look at me.” I close my eyes because I can’t look at her.
 
If I do, I won’t be able to stay mad at her. Her voice softens and I want to kiss her. “I can’t breathe.” She mumbles.
 

Releasing her, I get off of her and the bed, making my way into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror at myself, I don’t see that man she fell in love with. She’s right; she deserves a fuckin’ better life than the one I can give her. Slamming my hand into the mirror, I welcome the pain as pieces of glass slice through my skin. The pieces fall into the sink and the ground, but I don’t even give a fuck. Warm red blood starts to drip down my hand and into the sink basin.
 

“Stav.” She gasps. She comes over to me and when her body brushes mine, I get a glimpse of our past. The sweet touches, the sultry glances, the nights that we spent wrapped up in each other.
 

She grabs a towel and holds it to my hand to clean up some of the blood from my skin. I watch her dark hair fall into her face as she gently starts to pull the towel away. I feel a pinch when she moves her hands away from mine, and I see a shard of glass still sticking in my skin. When she goes to pull the glass out, I grit my teeth. She looks up at me as she pulls it out, and I can see that her seeing me like this is hurting her. Every fuckin’ thing I do anymore hurts her. Maybe she’s right. Maybe letting her go is probably the only thing that is going to save her.