Trapped (Bullied Book 4) (Bullied Series) Vera Hollins (best large ereader txt) 📖

“Wait.” I tried to push away from him, but his hands firmly wound around me to keep me in place. “Don’t kiss me there.”

His eyes softened as he looked at me. “Kiss you where? Here?” He placed another kiss on my stomach. I gripped his hair. “Or here?” He kissed my right love handle. “Or maybe here?” He leaned to the other side and kissed my left love handle, and to my surprise, I was starting to relax.

His lips curled into a loving smile. “You’re beautiful.” He placed his hand on my stomach and moved it down only to stop inches above my core. My insides clenched. “Every part of you, no matter how big or small, and I want to prove it to you.”

He raised my shirt slowly, never taking his heated eyes off of mine, and peppered my belly with tiny kisses that had me close to begging for more. Just like that night at the sunflower field, all doubts ceased to exist under his gaze and touches, and I stopped resisting the pleasure. There was no disgust on his face as he looked at my stomach fat, just lust. It made me feel beyond desirable, and I gave up on the thought of sucking in my belly so I would appear slimmer.

“I can’t erase my insults or fix the damage, but I can try to make it up to you. I can try to show you how beautiful and sexy you are to me.”

He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down bit by bit, his breaths coming out more quickly. I could see the coiled tension in his muscles that told me he was restraining himself and going slowly only because of me, and my heart swelled with a sudden rush of love. I was mesmerized as I watched him pull off my jeans and discard them on the floor; I’d never seen this Blake before.

He smiled when his gaze landed on my pink floral panties. “Pink and flowers…I should’ve known.”

I blushed. “Is there something wrong with that?”

His smile illuminated his whole face. “No, I love it. It’s even better than I imagined.”

I bit my lip to stifle a moan, but then he surprised me when he placed my leg over his shoulder and started kissing my inner thigh, moving his lips even over my cellulite. He looked at me like every bit of me was perfect, and I believed him. I believed all my imperfections were perfect to him, and it was empowering. Maybe I didn’t have a thin waist or slim thighs, but I could make this sexy guy look at me this way.

I closed my eyes shut and tilted my head back as my hands reached to grab his hair. He took his time cherishing my skin, sliding his lips up and down my thigh slowly, each time coming so close to my core only to pull away. I was seconds away from begging him to kiss me where I needed it the most.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he pressed his lips over my panties, kissing me right there, and my world spun.

“Blake.” I sucked air in as I returned his fervid gaze.

“I’ve wanted this for a very long time,” he whispered, his eyes incredibly dark. He pushed my panties aside and pressed his lips directly onto my heated flesh, and my whole body jerked with the sizzling bolt of pleasure.

I started to shake uncontrollably, trying to comprehend how something could feel so amazing. He made me feel something so intense and addictive that overwhelmed all my senses, and I wished these seconds could stretch into forever. I wished there was no tomorrow that separated us, only today and this sheathing warmth that seemed boundless.

I climaxed with a scream that tore out of my throat and held him tightly until the last aftershock ripped through my body and ebbed into a haze of ecstasy. His eyes never left mine as he picked me up, carried me across the room, and deposited me on the edge of his bed.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he told me, his deep voice sliding over my skin like silk.

I felt so good, so powerful. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.”

“For what?”

“For giving yourself to me.”

I didn’t know what to say to those unexpected words. All I knew was that this longing for him pulsed stronger and gave life to the foolish hope that maybe things could be different. It was dangerous thinking this way, but right now, experiencing this side of reality—this side of Blake—I felt a flicker of hope that he would give up on destroying his life for the sake of his revenge.

He stepped back, and my heart missed a beat or two when he peeled the shirt off over his head and revealed the perfectly contoured muscles of his arms, chest, and stomach. I took him in greedily and tried to memorize as much of him as I could. He had an intricate circular tattoo on the left side of his chest, and I couldn’t resist running my finger over it. He inhaled sharply, his eyelids lowering as he observed me touching him.

“What does your tattoo represent?”

“It’s the Aztec symbol of courage and strength.” I ran my fingers over its edges, and his breathing quickened. “It’s a reminder for me to keep going,” he added.

I was about to pull my hand away when my fingers brushed over a small rough patch of the skin the tattoo covered. I peered at the quarter-inch round spot, which looked like a bullet scar. My heart contracted painfully. Had he also been shot in that basement?

I frowned at it. “What’s this?”

“A remnant of my past. It doesn’t matter now.” He didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t push.

He stepped away and took off his jeans, only his black Calvin Klein boxers remaining. My cheeks warmed when my eyes fell on his big erection. He smirked.

“That’s what you do to me,” he said. “That’s how attractive