Chapter 24 - Her Scars (1/2)

Atlas opened the door to his luxurious suite and Meredith entered. He was hard and hungry with need. His fingers yearned to touch her, his mouth to taste her. God the things he wanted to do her.

The moment she had uttered, maybe that's exactly what I want she had set fire to him, arousing every sense and every thought of his. All his reason fled, leaving only the madness of desire.

Atlas stood by the door and watched her stand in the middle of the room wearing the white dress he had chosen for her. He had chosen white because it resembled her perfectly. So pure and innocent.

But by the end of tonight he was going to soil that pure and innocent soul of hers. He was going to drag her into the pits of hell with him.

Atlas felt blood rushing through him. He had to know what secrets hid inside that soft, yielding flesh.

”Take off your clothes.” Atlas demanded.

Meredith stared at him speechless as color spread across her cheeks. Atlas thought she was going to defy him but she surprised him. Despite the slight shake of her hands, Meredith unzipped her dress avoiding his gaze. Atlas caught a glimpse of her insecurities in her eyes before she looked away.

He watched as the white material pooled around her ankles. She was wearing a red cotton pantie and a matching strapless bra. Atlas has never seen a woman wear cotton pantie. All the women he had fucked wore lingerie, thongs or G-string but never a pure cotton pantie.

His lips curled up in amusement. He had to admit his Angel was very interesting.

”Everything.” He saw her stiffened but said nothing, waiting for her. After a little hesitation, she removed the cotton panty and her bra.

Atlas sucked in a deep breath. He had masturbated countless night thinking about how Meredith looked underneath her dress but he didn't think she was this magnificent.

Atlas felt his heart racing like a fifteen-year-old with a crush, heat pooled in his stomach and sneak across his skin. He couldn't think just stared at the beautiful creature in front of him.

Her skin glowed beneath the suite's dim lights. He stared down at her ample cleavage, marveling at the sheer size of her breast. It was bigger than he had imagined. Her pink-tipped peaks were begging to be nibbled and sucked. Her stomach was flat and well-toned. The warm folds between her thighs were beautiful and the thought of his girth inside her almost sent him over the edge.

”Look at me, Angel. I need to see your eyes.” Atlas spoke gently, barely above a whisper.

Meredith opened her eyes and stared at him. The trust in her eyes were to much for him to handle. Only if she knew the kind of monster he was.

”Turn around.” Atlas murmured.