Kidnapped By My Hero

Dangerous

Chapter Sixteen

Dangerous

Her eyebrows rose, and her arms crossed over her chest.

"You can't just start every time with that," she says, rolling her eyes.

"I want to see how many bruises you have," I tell her, trying desperately not to loose my shit, "Strip,"

She hesitated, but sighed, before stripping to her underwear.

I felt my teeth clench at the sight of her. Not that she wasn't hot, she was always hot. But the big, angry purple blots marking her ivory skin... it was criminal.

I felt guilty.

"It's fine, Jayden. Please don't worry about it,"

"I hurt you. Like, really hurt you,"

They were everywhere. Her ankles, calves, on the delicate skin inside her thighs. Her hips had loads of little bruises, so many it almost joined into one big one. Her wrists too, and up her arms. I could even see faint marks on her throat from where I'd held her yesterday.

You're a monster.

I'd known it for a long time, but this was the proof that smacked me in the face. To see her standing before me, bruised from my hand, defending my actions...

I think I was going to be sick.

"I liked it,"

It's so quiet I almost miss it, and my eyes focus on the blush spreading across her cheeks. She looks down at the floor, like she's ashamed to admit it, and I stop breathing.

I didn't want to hurt her.

But I never wanted her to feel ashamed of her sexuality.

"Hey, that's normal," I tell her, catching her chin and bringing her face up to look at me, "It's just hard for me, to see you hurt like that,"

She shakes her head, freeing herself from my grasp, and frowns at me.

"I bruise easily," she tells me, shrugging, "I always have. Don't make a big deal out of this,"

Swallowing, I pull her body close against mine, taking solace as I feel her pressed against me. Burying my head in her, hair, I breathe deeply, desperately trying to do as she asked, and not freak out.

But it was hard.

If I ever saw those bruises on her, and someone else had caused them, I would kill them. No question about it. And it wouldn't be quick. No, I'd torture any motherfucker to do that to her.

Why should you be any different?

She pulled her head back, her hypnotic green eyes searching mine for God knows what. Whatever it was, she didn't find it, because she pulled fully away from me, groaning.

"You're not going to let this go, are you?" She asks me, and I only hesitate for a moment, before shaking my head.

"I'm not going to pretend like I can give you up, but I'll never be so rough again. I promise you,"

She curses under her breath, before rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

"But I want you to,"

This fucking woman.

She looked so vulnerable as she admitted it, and I wanted nothing more than to do what she wanted. But those bruises were louder, and I swallowed hard. I couldn't deal with it.