At the remembrance, Beth’s struggles found new life and she tore her lips from his. Razer didn’t accept defeat and tracing her jawline with the tip of his tongue, he nuzzled into her neck with nibbling kisses and when that didn’t work, he sucked a small bit of flesh in his mouth to leave a mark.
A tear slid down her check to drop in to the curve of her neck. Razer raised his head to see her crying, feeling the torn response she was trying not to give him.
He leaned back, sitting on his knees beside the bed and pulled Beth into an upright position her legs on each side of his lean body. Carefully, his hand went to the bottom of her dress, which had been pooled around her waist from her struggles. Pulling it upwards, he pulled it off her body with struggle. Beth sat before him in a lacy black bra and tiny matching panties.
Her hands lifted to grab her dress and Razer tossed it to the floor. “I am not going to fuck you Razer. You can’t make me” she said defiantly. Razer hid his smile, noting her nipples were hard nubs clearly visible through her thin bra and even through the dark material of her panties he could see she was wet for him. But Razer didn’t want to hurt her pride. He had done that for the last time. It was time for his pride to take the hit and Razer didn’t try to make it easy on himself.
He took her hand from in front of her, straightening them and twisting them to where he could see the marks on both sides of her arms. Nausea drowned out the desire in his balls. Counting carefully, he counted the tiny scars on her arms. He counted six sets of punctures wounds.
“Kitten.” He said through a thickened voice.
“Razer?” Ignoring her, he stood up and pulled her up before him, turning her around, he smoothly undid her bra while ignoring her grabbing it and holding it to cover her breasts. How he had never noticed it he didn’t know. Feeling ashamed, he lowered his head and kissed the faded silvery scars that traced her back intermittently. When he turned her back to facing him, he gently pushed her back down into a sitting position on the side of the bed.
Not trying to take away the loosened bra, Razer searched her body thoroughly and was about to stop, thinking he had found all the scars her sick bastard of a father had inflicted on her when a thought struck him. He lifted her feet and seeing the smooth flesh, he started to place them back on the floor, but the rough texture stopped him. Lifting them, Beth fell back on the bed on her elbows.
“Sweet, sweet kitten.” Razer blinked back the unmanly tears that pooled in his eyes. The bottom of her feet was a mess. There were so many scars there was no beginning and no end. Blending in to each other the hours of torture she had withstood plainly visible on the flesh of her feet.
“What did he make you stand on?”
“Razer?”
“What did he make you stand on?” he gritted out.
Beth sighed “Nails. He said God bore the pain for the sins of mankind. I could bear it for the sins I committed.”
“If he wasn’t dead, God as my witness, I would kill him.”
“It was a long time ago. Did Cash tell you? He knew about the bites, and the strap, but he didn’t know about the nails. No one knew, he only started doing that after the Sheriff threatened him. He bragged at how the Sherriff wouldn’t think to look there.”
“Why didn’t you go to the Sheriff and tell him. You went to him when your father beat Lily. Why not when he started doing this?”
“Because he didn’t do this to Lily. I told him I would tell. He left Lily alone other than being overly strict.”
“Why not stop him from hurting you, not just Lily.”
“Because they would have taken us away from my parents. I couldn’t do that to Lily. She loved our parents. They gave her what she had never had before and I couldn’t lose my sister. I loved her Razer, from the minute they brought her home. I love her Razer, I would do anything for her.”
“I know kitten.” He pulled her into his arms holding her close. His hand sliding through her silky hair until she was staring into his eyes.
“Did you forgive him?”
“I don’t want to talk about him anymore.” Beth tried to turn her head, but he held her immobile.
“Answer me, did you forgive him.” Razer already knew the answer. Beth’s loving heart was incapable of holding a grudge, the marks on her body proved that. It was that hope he had to hold onto.
“Yes, I forgave him, but that doesn’t mean I am a doormat and going to forgive you.” Beth started struggling against him again, trying to get away from the hard body holding her close. “You lied to me. You made me believe you wouldn’t touch another woman without telling me and breaking it off with me first. Instead, you made Bliss come right in front of my face.” It took all of Razer’s strength to hold her down.