Page 73 of Twisted Redemption
When she collapses against me, her head hitting my chest, I circle my free arm around her. It takes a few minutes, but her breathing steadies, and she pulls away so she can look at me.
Finally, I pull my fingers out of her. Her eyes widen when I lick her off of me. It only reminds me of what it was like to have my face buried between her thighs. Blissful—that’s the only word to describe it.
“My Daisy,” I murmur.
She kisses me again. But when her hands move to my belt, I stop her.
“No. Not yet.”
“But—but Blaze. Why?” Her hands move to my stomach. I absolutely hate the disappointment in her eyes, mixed with hesitation and hurt.
I run my fingers through her hair with a sigh. “Because I’ve fucked up just about everything I possibly can. And I don’t want to do it again.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t... I can’t take anything from you, Daisy. Not after everything I’ve done. Not after all the hurt I’ve caused you.”
She shakes her head. “But Blaze, I want you to take this. I want you to take me.”
“I know.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “But I can’t. It’s too soon, Brooke. And I can’t do this until I know you won’t feel used afterward.”
Her expression softens. “That sounds like something you would’ve said before.”
“Is that a good thing?”
She nods. “Fuck, I wish it wasn’t. Right now, I wish you didn’t care. But...” Her forehead touches mine. “I think you’re probably right, however disappointing it may be. That felt really good.”
“Oh, trust me—I’m not going to stop giving you orgasms. You look fucking perfect when you come.”
She blinks, giving me a confused stare. “You’d do that?”
I smile. “For you? I’d do anything.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
BROOKE
FOR THE REST of the night, I barely sleep. All I can think of is how Blaze’s lips felt against mine. How he felt inside of me. And then how he prioritized my feelings above his own needs, even though I could feel how hard he was.
The one-eighty he’s done since Sunday night is a little unnerving. And while I toss and turn in bed, I can’t help but worry that this is part of an even more elaborate plan to hurt me again. To toy with me, to lull me into a false sense of security, only to break me all over again.
If it wasn’t for Dominic’s involvement in the situation, I probably wouldn’t be able to get any sleep at all.
When I wake, the sun is shining through the trees, and I have a text from Alex’s lawyer, letting me know that he’s still working on bail, but that things are looking hopeful.
I sigh, scrolling through the rest of my notifications, coming across a text from a number I don’t recognize.
Unknown Number: I heard on the news that Alex killed Francis. I’m so sorry. That probably came as a shock.
Brooke: Who is this?
Unknown Number: It’s me, my love. Don’t block me again.
Anger shoots through me as I fight the urge to throw my phone across the room. Did David get a new number just to text me?
Brooke: Fuck off. And Alex didn’t kill Francis. He wouldn’t do that.
Then I block David’s new number, biting my lip.