Limitless Love (Lotus House #4)(72)

“Well, how about this time, you ride me until you come all over my cock?”

She licked her lips and stretched her arms over her head in a yoga move I’d seen many times before but usually standing. Those succulent gobbles bounced enticingly, and I groaned.

“Well, it’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.” She grinned gloriously.

“Yeah, and that’s you, beautiful. Now hop on my cock.”

Monet giggled. “That sounds like a nursery rhyme.”

“If it is, we’ll read it together.”

She laughed, and I sat up and pushed myself back against the headboard at the perfect moment when my girl slid down my length.

“Yummy.” She moaned, tipping her head back.

Instead of making a joke of her cute side, I slid my hand into her hair, allowing the long strands to run through my fingers like silk ribbons. “True,” I said, taking her mouth with mine.





Chapter Sixteen





When your heart chakra is open, you are flowing with love and compassion, you are quick to forgive, and you accept others and yourself. A closed heart chakra can give way to grief, anger, jealousy, fear of betrayal, and hatred toward yourself and others.

MONET



A warmth unlike anything I’d ever known surrounded me. A set of masculine hands were running down my rib cage underneath the covers. I woke more fully when the blanket crept down and the morning chill touched my bare back.

“Good morning,” Clay rasped into my ear before kissing his way down my spine and back up. “You’re back is healing wonderfully. I think you’ll be pleased if you ever get up the courage to look at it,” he teased.

And I hadn’t yet. I didn’t want to know what it looked like. Something inside me was afraid to see. I feared the happiness bubble I was currently living in would burst and I’d have to start all over again.

Noncommittally, I hummed and tucked my elbows under my chest to settle in while Clay caressed me. His lips touched down at the top of my wound.

“I’m going to kiss every inch of you until you understand you’re beautiful. Everywhere.” Clayton continued his mission, kissing featherlight along my scar. From the very top of my shoulder, down over my shoulder blade, and along my side until he ended at the top of my hip. Of course, then he got kinky. He slid one of his large hands under my front and zeroed right in on the tiny bundle of nerves aching for attention.

His fingers moved through the wetness that increased at his touch, and I bucked my hips back, encouraging. He pushed one finger inside and then used his thumb to circle blissfully around my clit.

I arched, lifted my head to gasp, and pressed into his movements.

“You like that, baby?” he cooed, shifting his weight and straddling my hips. Clayton worked his fingers magically, finding just the right spot to take me from tame to wild.

Without thought, he rested his ass on my thighs, keeping me pinned facedown to the mattress. Then he used his free hand to slide up my ribcage, over my shoulder, and into my hair, where he tunneled in and gripped me by the roots while at the same time he forced two fingers deep.

Any other woman, or a normal me, would have bucked into it and crooned in pleasure. That is not what happened. Not at all.

I screamed at the top of my lungs. Loud enough to shake the windows.

And I was back there.



* * *



My attacker was on top of me, straddling my sides and crushing my hips into the pavement.

He dug a forceful hand into my hair and tugged my head back hard. Blood poured down my back and onto my hand as I lifted up, trying to get him off me. I screamed, kicked, and pushed off the concrete, but nothing would jar him loose.

That’s when I heard it. Laughter. Kyle’s laughter while he held me down. “Not so all-powerful now, are you, Monet…”

He put the knife to my throat and dug the tip in. It burned like acid dripping on my skin.

“No!” I screamed.

“Yes!” he growled, pulling my head back so hard that my back bent unnaturally and I thought for sure he’d break my spine.

“Any last words?” His tone was absolute. That was the end.

“Monet!” Someone called my name.

I jolted and screamed.

“Monet, I’m sorry!” A soothing voice. One I loved. Cared for. There to save me. To bring me back.



* * *



Clayton’s voice entered my nightmare.

“Baby…”

I blinked several times. The room started to come into focus. “Clayton!” I screeched, reaching, climbing, battling the smoke and black surrounding my vision.

“Monet! Monet! Jesus, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry!” Clayton’s entire form shook; his eyes, now a smoky blue, were filled with fear.

Tears poured down my cheeks, and I found myself huddled to the headboard with my knees up and my arms locked around them. I lifted my head, and Clayton held his hands out to me in a gesture of surrender.

“Okay, I’m far away. Nowhere near you. Please, Monet. Please, baby. I don’t know what to do.” Clayton’s voice was ravaged by dread and panic.

I swallowed around the grit in my throat. “I… Clayton. Honey.” The punch of embarrassment slammed my chest like a battering ram. “Oh no.”