Page 29 of Learn For Me
Her lips twitched despite her unease. “No touching. It feels weird.”
“Touching feels weird, or your pussy?” he asked bluntly, concern evident in his tone.
Why, oh why, did she have to blush at the P word? It wasn’t quite as embarrassing when she thought it, but hearing it aloud made the blood rush to her cheeks. Reacting this way was stupid; he’d had his mouth and hands—and the demon penis currently poking her butt—all over her just a few hours ago.
When she remained silent, Zeke tsked. “I suppose I’d best check for myself before we go for breakfast. If you’re a good girl and don’t wriggle, I’ll even put some more aloe gel on your wounds.”
Torn between reacting to the phrasegood girllike a needy child and being horrified at the idea of him probing inside her, Olivia blew out a steadying breath. “D-Did I bleed?”
“No, Livvy.” His chin rested on her shoulder, his cheek rubbing her hair. “No blood, just some bruising. I made sure of it when I cleaned up.”
Okay, that part she had no recollection of, she thought. The last thing she was sure about was feeling herself unravel, the world splintering apart as her body twisted into a devilish knot, tighter and tighter, until she broke into several jagged pieces. “When I was sleeping?”
“Wasn’t much of a window to do it while you were awake,” he commented. “Did I hurt you, scare you?”
“No?” God, she needed to get out of this bed, away from him, before he started asking questions she’d undoubtedly answer without hesitation, because being naked with him was screwing with her head. “I, ah—”
Her breath hitched as his hand slid around her hip, down over her belly, to cup her sex in a featherlight hold. She hissed between her teeth, barely stifling a whimper.
“I need to feed you and get you in the shower,” Zeke murmured. “Before I do that, do you understand what happened last night, Olivia? The consequences of what we did?”
Her throat snapped shut. “Pregnancy?”
“Condom was intact; I’d like to enjoy you a hell of a lot more before children come into the equation.” His hand didn’t move, but the warmth of his fingers rekindled the ache in her tender core. “Last night, you gave me something precious. Weren’t going to tell me, were you, naughty girl?”
Her inner muscles clenched, much to her regret. The skim of his lips down the side of her neck didn’t help the growing need brewing inside her. “I didn’t think you’d notice.”
“So you said. What I want to know is, why you were a virgin at thirty years old, and more importantly, why me?”
She squirmed, then a brilliant idea came to mind. “I need the bathroom.”
His fingers flexed against her, jerking her hips into his touch. “The faster you answer my questions, the sooner you get to pee. Don’t forget I like honesty.”
“That’s blackmail!”
He said nothing, waiting patiently.
With an exasperated grunt that wasn’t entirely lady-like, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist. Not for control—apparently his dominant side was constantly in action—but for comfort. “My stepfather is a pervert. My mom married him when I was ten, and he was always… overly attentive. Dirty looks, inappropriate endearments and insinuations, plus sneaky touches here and there that made my stomach turn. Never in front of mom, and I always tried to stay away from him if she wasn’t home.”
Zeke’s growl was low and possessive, resonating with anger.
“When I was twelve, my breasts developed. I had a growth spurt, began to fill out in all the right places, and Jared’s attention became worse. I managed to convince mom that I needed a private space; maybe on some level she knew what she’d married, because she had a lock installed on my bedroom door, and only she and I had keys. I’d come home from school, lock myself in my room, and do my homework. After that, I spent the rest of the night on my computer, honing my skills with one eye on the door.”
“Hacking skills or research?”
“A bit of both. I have an aptitude for them, but hacking can be stressful, and I don’t always have a strong constitution. Data gathering relaxes me, especially if I have a meaty project to sink my teeth into.” She stroked the pulse in his wrist as she spoke, centering on that steady beat. “Jared would get drunk or high, often both in equal measures, while my mom was at work, then proposition me to sit on his lap and give me a treat. Me being me, I accessed some porn sites and… some of it was exciting,” she admitted. “Some of it scared me, and the rest was downright appalling. But at least I was forewarned about what he was angling for.”
“How old were you?”
“Thirteen, maybe fourteen by that point. Old enough to watch people and read their body language, to learn that the majority of men were the same as Jared. Old enough to make the choice to stay away from them all. I didn’t trust the lock on the door, so I studied what makes girls appealing to men, and systematically changed myself to become less tempting to him.”
“Smart girl. Did it work?”
“No. He’d decided he was having me, one way or another. I took… measures,” she told him slowly. “Precautions. I hired out my tech skills, brought in some money doing stupid little jobs. Hooked myself up with birth control pills and bought a chastity belt off an online website. I wore it constantly until I left that house.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Zeke muttered. “Why didn’t you tell your mother?”
“Jared threatened to kill her if I did. He had his hand around the back of my neck, pressing my face against the wall. I’d just come out of the bathroom, didn’t take notice of my surroundings, and there he was. The belt thwarted his attempts to, ah…” A cold shudder ran through her. “He was angry, but that sucker couldn’t be removed without the key, and I’d rather have died than give it to him.”