Beautifully Revealed by Bethany Bazile Page A

Damon guy. Apparently most of his records have been sealed. He must have some really important people in his pocket for that to be possible. Ella’s past is not easy to dig up either. Other than the information the investigator was able to get me about her from college until now, everything else is blank. I should have figured out she had a lot of money a while ago. No one can cover their tracks that well unless they pay a high price.
    What happened with Lucas is what’s really keeping me from letting her come home. If she had only listened to me and not gone to Vegas with Lucas we would still be in a good place. I believe her when she says Lucas took advantage of her, but that doesn’t stop the sick feeling in my gut when I imagine him touching her like that. It’s exactly what I was trying to warn her about, but she was determined to go heal their friendship. If my mother hadn’t been on her deathbed that day in the hospital, I would have done far more damage to him than I did. Now she’s staying with Harris. Hmm…
    Fuck it. I know I shouldn’t, but I need to see her. I jump out of the bed, pulling on a pair of jeans, and the shirt I discarded earlier. I button it up on my way out the door. I’m not sure why I’m going to Harris’s place to see her, maybe I just need to see her face, hear her voice, or maybe I just need to fuck her until I get her out my system.

Chapter 8
    Isabella
     
     
    My eyes dart around the dark room, confused , and sleep hazed. The flashes of light from the TV are blinding and I scrunch up my eyes trying to focus. The pounding on the door jars me into a sitting position on the couch. The urgent thuds on the front door woke me, and with a glimpse at the cable box I notice it’s nearly three a.m. I drag myself to the door, and with one look through the peephole, I’m yanking the door open. Liam’s lowered head rises and his fierce expression worries me.
    “Are you okay? Come in.” I pull him through the doorway.
    His eyes burn into mine as he approac hes me. One of his hands grabs hold of the back of my neck while the other wraps around my hip and pulls me against his body. His lips are so close to mine I can feel his heated breath against my face.
    “Where’s Harris?” he asks.
    “He’s with Lillian, he’s not coming back tonight. You want to sit and talk?”
    “I don’t want to talk,” he whispers. “I want to fuck.” That last word causes my body to shudder as he pushes me further in, and slams the door shut behind us. His head slants as his mouth comes crashing down on mine. I try to resist him by clamping my mouth shut, but that only causes him to nip at my lips with his teeth. He uses both hands to hold my head steady then demands, “Let me in. You need this as badly as I do.”
    I shake my head at him . “I want you back, not just meaningless se-” His tongue invades my mouth before I can finish and I melt against him shamelessly, powerless to his onslaught. I moan as he sucks on my tongue, grabs my shirt, and rips it loose. He presses me against the door, his large body trapping me. My hand tangles in his hair when he touches the edge of my panties.
    My body aches for his touch, for the feel of him deep inside me. If all he’ll offer me is this , I will shamefully accept his use of my body to ease the pain. I pull at his clothes desperate to feel his skin against mine. My panties tear, and I quickly unbuckle his belt, pulling his jeans over his hips and watch as his erection juts out.
    Oh…C ommando.
    I wrap one leg around his waist, rubbing myself against his full, throbbing cock. His first thrust is deep and he’s fully embedded in me in one stroke. My eyes blur as I try to focus on his eyes, bewildered by the magnitude of emotions coursing through me.
    He freezes and I watch his heated eyes turn wild. With one hand on my hip he be gins to pound into me viciously. His other hand wraps around the front of my neck, pushing my head against the door. The gentle