Scarred

Chapter 03*

A/N: Hello! Well, I've always wanted to add that asterisk thing after the chapter name, and my dream came true! Well anyway... The asterisk means SMUT WARNING. So read at your own risk. So... Enjoy!

3rd Person POV

November's face paled, her lips parting and eyes widening in horror. She gulped audibly as Scar stepped towards her slowly, as if he was teasing her vulnerability. She closed her eyes in fear as his minty breath with a tinge to cigarette smoke form earlier hit her lips, a shiver running up her spine. He trailed his long fingers down her lips, jaw, neck, collarbones and finally to her breasts, lightly tracing a line across the tender flesh.

November gasped when his gentle touch suddenly speeded up, her body was pinned to the cold wall in one swift motion. Hungry lips pressed to her neck, kissing, sucking and nibbling her sweet smelling skin, marking her as his. Her knees went weak, her body giving up on her as she collapsed into his arms, her body unbelievably weightless on his chest.

Steadying her against the wall, Scar slipped his hand to her back, trying to unzip her dress. "No," she gasped, struggling to break free, but her petite body was even weaker from running. "No!" She yelled louder, but Scar wasn't having it. He tore the dress off of her, leaving her exposed except for her white bra and underwear. Tears made their way down her cheeks, as he licked her lips, taking in the purity of her body.

Scar wanted to grab her hips and just take her against the wall, but something inside of him told him not to. But he wasn't going to let her off that easily either. He kissed her neck again, biting the already sore skin as she whimpered in pain. Pulling away, Scar smirked at her smugly. "Go shower. I don't want mud in my car." He growled and she rushed to her room. She grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt, but they were quickly snatched away form her. "You come out in this." Scar gave her a fluffy white towel and she gulped.

"I'm not..." Her words were cut off when he grabbed her hair. "It's either that or nothing, kitten." He chuckled her and pushed her into the bathroom. She shut the door and locked it, her body trembling and weak as the warm water caressed her skin. Once she was done, she gulped. She was powerless against him and she hated it.

Wrapping the towel around herself, she stepped out of the bathroom, never looking up at Scar. He gestured her closer and she stepped in front of his frame which was sitting on her bed. A smirk played on his lips as he saw how afraid she was, his ego growing bigger and bigger.

"Take it off." He licked his lips and she shook her head. "No," she whimpered when his hand reached out and grabbed the white towel off of her, leaving her completely bare. All she could do was cry as he pulled her onto his lap, his hands wandering all over her body. Scar pushed her down on the bed, lips pressed to her collarbones, marking her again as she struggled against his grip.

"Baby shh," he whispered, brushing his lips against hers as she sobbed. "I just want you to feel, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you." She cried harder at his words. How dare he? Touching her against her will like that and saying such comforting words? Her cries were silenced as he gently pressed his lips to her rosy, soft ones, and she kissed him back, not out of passion, but out of fear.

"I won't hurt you, I will just make you feel, baby. I will only pleasure you. Let go, let go of it," he kissed her cheeks. Scar didn't know why he was being so careful with her, but he liked it. "Look at me, princess," her eyes opened as his hand pressed to her stomach. "Don't hold on to it. Let it go. Now tell me, would you let me? Will you let me make you feel good baby girl?" He whispered and she looked into his beautiful eyes, glowing in the dim light of the room. He could barely make out the motion of her head as she nodded.

Kissing her lips gently, he let his hands rest on her soft breasts, caressing them. Her skin was so soft agaisnt his rough palms, and his touch sent shivers of pleasure throughout her body. Lowering his head, he kissed her stomach while his hands wandered down to her thighs, soft and warm. Scar leaned up and pressed his lips on to hers, kissing her with much fire than the last time.