24 Her scars

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.

"That…can you… turn off the light?" Meredith knotted her fingers, as she whispered softly.

Atlas raised his brows. He could see fear, insecurity and something else. An emotion he couldn't put his fingers on.

"No. Angel. Now turn around. Don't let me repeat myself."

Atlas watched the rise and fall of her chest. The knotting of her fingers and realized something. She was trying to hide something but what?

He got his answer the moment she turned.

"Who did this to you?" Atlas bellowed. There were scars all over her back. Each one varied in length. They were a slight darker than the color of her skin.

Atlas strode towards her and turned her around. She had her eyes closed as tears stained her cheeks.

He traced his finger along her cheeks wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"Tell me Angel. Who did this to you?" Atlas narrowed his eyes as the worst case scenarios flashed across his eyes. He clenched his fists, the bloodlust he had buried deep inside him was threatening to take control.

But Meredith stood there shaking, a low groaning sound bubbling from her mouth.

"I'm sorry…..I should have told you about the ugly scars on my body. Maybe you wouldn't be interes-"

"Fuck stop! I don't care about the scars on your body. They are beautiful. You're gorgeous. I just want to know who the fuck I have to kill so tell me!" He growled.

Meredith opened her eyes and stared at him.

"Y..You .....don't care about my..... scars?" She asked blinking away the tears that were threatening to fall.

Atlas scoffed, "No. I don't care about your scars. You might have physical scars but trust me I have far worst emotional scars that are just not visible to you. It doesn't mean I find you any less attractive."

Atlas said as he kissed her tears. Damn this wasn't what he had envisioned their night to be like. As much as he wanted her there was no way he was lying a finger on her if she was abused. The trauma will be worse for her and the last thing he wanted was to be the one to hurt her.