Beautifully Revealed

by Bethany Bazile

  I pull a crumpled magazine from my back pocket, lie across the chair, and begin reading it. When a shadow falls over me I dread having another interaction with my mother. I glance over my shoulder and find a tall, lanky man standing over the chair leering at me. He smiles at me and it reminds me of the kind of smiles I see on my mother’s face.

  “You must be Isabella, I’m Damon,” he says lifting my legs off the chair to sit down next to me. When he attempts to put my leg on his lap I scoot back. He’s gorgeous and I wonder why this good looking older man is wasting his time talking to me. His long, shaggy brown hair hangs over his nearly black eyes and this time when he smiles it’s almost sweet.

  “My father’s your dad’s lawyer. I thought we could talk while they’re taking care of business, we can be friends.” Something tells me to run far away, but I just sit there staring into his eyes.

  I shake my head at him. “You’re too old to be my friend.”

  “You’re going to be more fun than I thought.” His smile widens. “I’m only twenty, sweetheart. I hear you don’t have any friends, that has to be lonely.”

  I shrug my shoulders as if it doesn’t matter to me, but it does. I so often feel like my dad is all I have in this world, and he’s busy more often than not.

  “Have you had a boyfriend yet, Isabella?” I stare at him blankly, wondering why he would care about my having a boyfriend. I shake my head shyly as he reaches out and pushes my hair behind my ear.

  “We’re going to be great friends, Isabella.” A glint of something odd flashes in his eye, an uneasy feeling overtakes me, but I ignore it. It felt good to have someone pay attention to me.

  That day I met evil, and trusted him to be my friend. A future that wasn’t meant for me began to form, had I been smarter back then maybe my world would never had self-destructed the way it did.

  Chapter 3

  Isabella

  I wake to Liam’s large body hovering over me. His dark hair is unusually long and hangs slightly over his green eyes. He leans down towards my lips and my hands grip his bulging shoulders. His head slants as his tongue caresses my bottom lip. His warmth surrounds me and my body tingles in anticipation of his possession. I want him to cover me with his love until I’m numb to anything but the sensations he drives into my body.

  My tongue flicks out and tangles gently with his. He groans and thrusts his tongue deep into the cavern of my mouth, devouring me with a fierce hunger. I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him prisoner as I return his kiss. His hard erection rocks between my spread legs, and I moan into his mouth.

  He pulls down on my top until the erect tips of my breasts are exposed to the cool air. His constant pumping against my sensitive clit has me riding on the edge of my orgasm. With one last gentle suck on my bottom lip he breaks away from my mouth and moves down to my nipple. His tongue rolls over the aching bud. Slow, wet, and warm. My body’s in overload from the stimulation.

  He moves to my other nipple sucking gently while he circles the other with his finger. My back arches, pushing my nipple deeper into his mouth. He glances up at me and smiles as he backs off and slides my panties down my legs. His eyes zero in on my wet pussy and he dives in hungrily, licking and gently sucking on my clit. His tongue is a weapon of blissful torture. He brings me to the edge of rapture then backs off. I watch under lids heavy with lust as he kneels between my spread legs and strokes his massively erect cock.

  He looks into my eyes and I see a flare of intense passion. He grips my hips and raises me up to accept his invasion into my body. He feeds me every inch slowly and freezes when he’s seated deep inside me. His jaw clenches and a vein twitches in his neck as he battles for control. When he pulls out and slams back into me I yelp in surprise, and his grip on my hips loosens. He wants to be gentle with me; I read his intention on his strained face. He’s fighting the need to pound me into the mattress. He holds on to the back of my knees and spreads me out as he gently rocks into me. His pace is deliciously satisfying, the slow push of his cock builds my climax leisurely.

  He reaches out and rubs my beaded nipple as the slow slide of his thrusts slap against my achingly swollen clit. His eyes are serious and he’s focused on my every reaction. I bite down on my lip as the first wave of my orgasm washes over me. He pulls out and rubs the swollen tip of his cock over my clit and I scream out his name as my orgasm intensifies. Jolts of pleasure shoot from where his fingers are pinching my nipple down to the wet, slippery slide of his cock against my clit. My body convulses from the pleasure and before I can bring myself back down from my high he flips me over. He pulls my ass up and plunges deep into my tight tunnel.

  “Oh God… too much…Liam…too much”

  His pace quickens and my hands grip the headboard. “You can take it, baby. You always take me just the way I like you to.”

  I bite down on the pillow. Every thrust hits against my g-spot and after the orgasm I just had, I’m not sure if I can survive the one building deep in my core. He grunts loudly and his hands on my hips tighten and I know he’s close to exploding. One thrust, two thrusts, after the third I lost count. My orgasm explodes through me like a rocket, flashes of bright colors sparkle behind my eyelids. My body collapses limply onto the bed but Liam’s grip on me is steadfast and his thrusts are relentless. I moan loudly every time he enters me then finally he freezes up and I feel his cock pulsate within me as hot spurts of cum fill my pussy. He drops down over me, his head on the pillow next to mine, and the heavy pressure of his weight is comforting.

  I watch him breathing heavily next to me. His hair covers his closed eyes and a slight smile plays on his lips. I reach out and pull his hair out of his face and his eyes crack open. His eyes are bright and happy, and I’m ecstatic every time I realize I bring this out of him.

  “What do you think about ordering in and staying in bed all day?”

  “I thought you had to be at your club tonight?”

  He sighs and rests his head on his hand. “You had a rough night, and I thought it would be better if we stayed in.”

  “No, Liam, I don’t want you to baby me. I’m fine. You have an obligation that you’re not going to break to watch over me.” He’s being irrationally overprotective and I don’t need that. What I need is to figure out what Damon wants and how to get rid of him, but first I have to face my fear of him.

  Liam gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom. “We’re staying home, Ella.”

  He was absolutely serious, and though I pouted for the first hour, in the end I was happy we stayed in. We ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed while watching movies. I was glad we stayed home because any chance I get to have Liam alone always turn out to be the best moments of my life.

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  Monday morning I check my phone on the way to my office, and I’m surprised to see three voicemails and eight texts from Cayden. I immediately feel bad for letting him worry for the whole weekend. The moment I saw him at that party, I knew it would spell trouble for Liam and I, but Cayden was persistent in his effort to talk to me. I’m pretty sure he came to the party hoping to see me. I’d been avoiding his calls since the big blow up with Liam, and his showing up at the party was a last ditch effort to contact me.

  Had I not seen Damon, and had another episode, Liam and I would’ve had a huge falling out. His feelings about Cayden are pretty clear. He wants me to stay away, but I’m not sure I can. I look at the messages for a few minutes before deciding to return his text.

  Sorry you were worried, but I’m fine

  I really need to see you, Isabella

  Not a good idea

  We can meet for coffee and I won’t push you to talk about the other night

  I stare at his message and realize for the first time in a long time I want to talk. I want to open up about Damon and maybe bury him in my past so I can have a chance to grasp the happiness Liam offers me.

  If we meet it has to be in your office

  That’s fine, be here at 1. I’ll be w
aiting

  I spend most of the morning staring into space, wondering if I should tell Liam about my meeting with Cayden. Every time I pick up the phone to call him I hang up, afraid that he’ll forbid me to go. I’d go anyway, but it would start an unnecessary disagreement. Maybe with time I can explain to him that I need Cayden to be my therapist, but right now I’ll get nowhere by telling him about this visit.

  I let Lillian know I’ll be out for lunch, and nervously step onto the elevator. I avoid looking at the cameras, hoping Liam’s stalker tendencies don’t kick in today. If he were to call me and ask me where I’m going, I don’t think I could blatantly lie to him. When the doors slide open in the parking garage I walk quickly to my car. After seeing Damon a couple nights ago I’ve become paranoid, and the empty garage makes me nervous. I lock the doors as soon as I’m seated and realize I’m breathing heavily. Damon’s appearance has me on edge but I refuse to run away and hide again.

  Cayden’s office is on the first floor of a very swanky high rise building. His young, blonde receptionist is impeccably dressed and very professional. She greets me with a warm smile then promptly guides me into Cayden’s office. He rises from behind his desk and walks towards me. Today he looks so young for such an accomplished professional. He’s wearing jeans and a tight black t-shirt that emphasizes his broad shoulders and sculpted body.

  He pulls me into his arms and I’m glad to be here, taking a step towards the possibility of healing. He guides me to a plush couch and sits beside me, holding my hand in his.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Nervous,” I sigh.

  “Why would you be nervous? I told you we don’t have to talk about the other night.”

  “I know but…I want to. I feel like I need to release this ache in my chest, and I think this is the place I can do that.” He looks at me silently for a few seconds before letting go of my hands.

  “I’m glad you trust me to help you.” He sits back in his chair and intertwines his fingers, “You start whenever you’re ready, and we’ll go from there.” His cool, collected therapist tone is in place.

  I wring my hands together to calm the shaking and heave a deep sigh before I begin. “The guy at the party the other night is Damon Porter. I met him when I was fourteen and we became friends, but he was older than me. I knew he wanted more than friendship, I probably encouraged him with what I thought was innocent flirting. He was pretty much my only friend and for two years straight he would pop up everywhere I went. He’d pick me up after school and he would show up at most of my track practices. Then one day he found out I had a boyfriend and he became very angry.”

  Dark flashes of the lingering memories cause my head to start pounding. “He threatened my boyfriend until he dumped me. I was devastated, I thought I was in love but Damon scared him off. I argued with Damon and he declared his love for me. I ended our friendship, and cut off all communication, but he still showed up everywhere. He was desperate to get me to see that we could be together. One week after my sixteenth birthday… everything changed.”

  Isabella

  12 years earlier

  Something is suffocating me. I need to wake up. Wake up!

  My eye pop open, and I try to scream, but a large hand is covering my mouth. Damon’s dark evil eyes beam down at me in victory. I kick my legs and thrash my head against my pillow, trying to free my mouth from under his huge hand. My sleep-clouded mind is confused, but I know this is really bad. Damon’s my friend, and I think maybe if I calm down we can talk.

  “Stop fighting me, Isabella, just let me show you we’re meant to be together,” he says through gritted teeth.

  I take a deep breath, and relax because I’m pretty sure he won’t hurt me if I can just calm him down.

  “Damon, what are you doing here?” I ask as soon as he releases his hold on my mouth.

  “Why can’t you see that we’re supposed to be together?” His eyes roam over my body in a way that makes me uncomfortable.

  “Damon, we’re friends and that’s all we’ll ever be.”

  “No!” He leans down and tries to kiss me, but I turn my head and begin to push against his chest. “You’re mine and it’s time I show you that.” He hisses into my ear.

  He grabs the top of my night shirt and rips it down the middle. I gather all my strength and begin to hit him on the face and shoulders, but he’s too big, and I can’t move him. I scream at the top my lungs, but he quickly covers my mouth with his hand.

  His head drops to my neck, his tongue is cold and sloppy as he kisses my neck and ear. When his hand touches the edge of my panties, fear grips my heart until I swear it will explode out of my chest. I kick my legs and hit him in the stomach, and he grunts in pain. Almost like an instinctive reaction his hand rises up and moves towards me in a flash. The force of the blow across my face causes my vision to blur and a sharp pounding begins in my head.

  I’m paralyzed in shock for a moment. I try to rationalize that Damon wouldn’t do this to me, that this is just a dream but I know it’s real. I can feel how real this is. Then I begin to blame myself. I should’ve never flirted with him. Should’ve never hugged him so much. Should’ve never trusted him to begin with.

  “See what you made me do,” he says tenderly. The quick change in his mood is scary because I know his mood swings are dangerous. His eyes are still dark and wild. The sound of him ripping my panties off my body is intensified in the quiet room.

  “Please don’t,” I plead in a small voice, my last ditch effort to soften his heart. I hear the rustling of his belt buckle and let out one last piercing scream for help before the burning sensation of his violating thrust causes my voice to shut down. Tears clog my eyes, and I’m pretty sure my mind shut down next because after the first impact only flashes of the pain and screams remain until I dragged myself out of bed and crawled to my bathroom. I don’t remember the words he mumbled in my ear, I don’t remember if I stopped fighting or not, and I don’t remember him leaving. I blanked it all out, but now that it’s over, I can’t get the flashbacks to go away.

  The hot water I fill the tub with does nothing to alleviate the pain and filthy feeling left behind in my soul. I sob until I slipped under the water, wishing it could cleanse me, and give me something I’d never get back.

  My innocence.

  Stolen to never be returned.

  Chapter 4

  Liam

  My cell phone chimes as I walk into my office from the adjoining suite. I grab it off my desk and answer, “Maddox.”

  “Mr. Maddox, I thought you would like to know she’s back from her lunch.”

  “Thank you, Brody. Stick around and make sure this Porter guy doesn’t show up again. We haven’t learned a lot about him yet, but I don’t like what we’ve uncovered so far.”

  “I’ll make sure she’s safe, and she won’t figure out I’m following her.”

  “Make sure she doesn’t because if she does she’ll make your job a lot harder for you. Keep me updated on anything out of the ordinary.”

  “Will do, Mr. Maddox, and I think you might be interested to know she spent about an hour at the office of Dr. Cayden Knight.”

  Of course she did. I immediately try to rationalize this as a doctor-patient situation, but the fact that she kept it a secret leads me to think there’s more going on.

  “Thanks, Brody.” I hang up the phone, wondering if I was better off not knowing that last part. I didn’t hire Brody to spy on Ella. I have a really bad feeling about Damon so I hired Brody to keep an eye on her. She would never agree if she knew, so the only way I can keep her safe is to have Brody secretly follow her.

  I glance at my phone, press a button, and seconds later the voice in the phone gives me the address to Cayden Knight's office. Is it a good idea to confront him? Probably not. Do I give a fuck? No. The constant tug of war I play with Ella is wearing on me and I’m reacting in ways I never imagined I would.

  The ride to his office takes less than ten minutes.
His receptionist is a bit shell-shocked when she sees me enter the office, but she recovers quickly and announces my arrival to her boss. Cayden is sitting behind his desk trying his best to look unfazed by my appearance, but his shifting eyes give away his unease. I sit across from him and intertwine my fingers. “What do you want from Ella?”

  He lets out a dry laugh, leans back in his chair, and crosses his arms. “I’m just her doctor,” he says, shrugging his shoulders.

  “If I believed that I wouldn’t be here.” I lean forward resting my elbows on my knees. “You think I don’t see the lust that burns in your eyes for her, you look at her with the same hunger I do.”

  “Isabella is an amazingly beautiful and strong woman, what man wouldn’t want her?” he says. “I’m not sure if I’m drawn to her for her beauty or the need to help her, but I’m a professional and she’s my patient. She needs help and I hope you won’t let your ego stop her from getting the help she needs.”

  “You think I don’t know she needs help? I have no problem with her getting help. I just don’t like the idea of her getting that help from you. I don’t think it’s very professional for you to lust after a patient.”

  He gets up and leans over with his palms on the desk, “Whether you like it or not, I’m who she chooses to help her. I’m the one she turns to, so unless you’re willing to hinder the progress she’s made, you need to back off and let me help her.”

  The triumphant glint in his eyes and his cocky attitude proves that I was right in my assumptions. He wants Ella and he may think that he can get her. I rise up and lean over his desk, undermining his attempt to intimidate me.

  “I’m not here to play ‘Who’s going to win Ella?’ with you, because I’ve already won. She’s mine and will always be mine. I’m here to warn you, not to use her trust in you to wedge your way into her life as more than her therapist. I don’t like you, and I don’t trust you, but if you’re what she needs I accept that. Just don’t try to fuck with our relationship or you won’t like the consequences.”