Beneath Innocence (Deception #2.5) Read Online Free PDF

pain pills, chocolate, ice cream and celebrity magazines.
    What the hell?
    He shrugs his shoulders. “My little sister used to struggle with her periods, this was always on her list of cheer her up.”
    Wow, that’s beyond sweet that he used to look after his little sister when she had a period but why bring me this shit? Apparently able to read my confusion he snatches the bag. “I just assumed it was your time of the month or something, I don’t like seeing you down, it’s no big deal.”
    He has been around me too long, he was going to lose man points with the other men if they got wind of this. Poor Greg left to babysit Daddy’s broken daughter.
    I snatch the bag back from his hand, spilling some of the contents to the floor. My heart stills in my chest and my eyes instantly blur with tears. My heart comes back to life, its beat roaring in my ears and the ache is almost deadly.
     
    FRONT MAN OF BENEATH INNOCENCE, WHOSE SINGLE ‘BLUE’ STAYED AT NUMBER ONE FOR AN INCREDIBLE FIFTEEN WEEKS, SPILLS THE NEWS OF HIS ENGAGMENT TO A BLONDE BOMBSHELL NOW KNOWN TO BE KIMBERLY YOUNG FROM A SMALLER KNOWN BAND,  LIVING IT. JENSON AND FIANCE WERE SNAPPED SHOPPING FOR WHAT IS BELIEVED TO BE ENGAGMENT RINGS. JENSON GUSHED, “WE’RE IN LOVE AND GETTING MARRIED.”
    JENSON APPEARED VERY PROTECTIVE OF HIS BRIDE TO BE, USHING HER FROM A STORE SAFELY TUCKED UNDER HIS PROTECTIVE ARM.
     
    INSIDERS FROM THE BENEATH INNOCENCE CAMP TELL US THEY ARE HAPPY TO SEE JENSON FINALLY MOVING ON AFTER BEING LEFT HEART BROKEN A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO BY A LOVE INTEREST TO WHICH THINGS DIDN’T WORK OUT. THE JENSON CAMP WHERE TIGHT LIPPED WHEN WE ASKED WHO THE FORMER LOVER WAS. WE WISH THE HAPPY COUPLE LUCK AND HOPE TO BRING YOU MORE ON THIS DEVELOPING STORY.
     
    My insides were disintegrating. I had let my assault shackle me to a life of misery. I gave up the chance to be with him to see if he wanted me for more than just sex and company on the lonely road. This was my doing, I didn’t know the meaning of love. I can’t give him what he deserves but she can and he looks so happy.
    I quickly place my hand at my mouth to stop the sob escaping and making this all real. “What’s wrong? You’re pale as fuck.”
    “Fuck me Greg, fuck me hard,” I command, throwing the magazine to the floor and pulling my nightdress over my head, leaving myself bare to him. His eyes widen at seeing me completely naked, I always leave a shirt on so he can’t see my scars but I need to let him fuck me now, steal me from reality so nothing is real and Jenson isn’t really taken and getting married. Damn I can’t breathe,
    “Wow, your ink is stunning.” He walks over to me and his fingers trace the tree coating my ribs, the tiny birds fleeing up my chest covering scars left from cigarette burns Frank decorated me with.
    His body covers mine and he kisses me gentle on the lips. I lean up and bite down on his bottom lip until I feel the skin pop under the pressure. He winces and pulls away. “I said fuck me Greg. This is all this is.”
    “Fine!” He growls lifting my leg over his shoulder and thrusting into me. I hadn’t even noticed him lose his clothes, my minds elsewhere.
    It burns and memories fight me for headspace but I keep them at bay and focus on Greg to stop myself crying. His grunts of pleasure and eyes focused solely on my tits jiggling in front of him make me feel ill. I was a meat sack for men to fuck. I had no love for myself and gave myself away freely and then wonder why I was treated like nothing more than a body to abuse.
    I hate this, every movement; every thrust into me, his weight on top of me, the smell of his sweat. I want to die. I feel his cock pulse and release his mess inside me making me retch. He rolls off my body and grins. I climb from the bed and run to the bathroom emptying my stomach into the toilet.
    “You okay in there?”
    “Yes, you can go now, I’m going to shower.” I choke out.
    “I can shower with