Cutter: Contemporary Romance Novel

by Joanna Mazurkiewicz

  “I’m just admiring your beauty,” he whispered and kissed her nose.

  “I’m not a very good nurse. I should get up and get your breakfast ready,” she said, running her finger across his lips. Even her touch was driving him insane, and he had her so close, barely wearing anything at all. He was so ready for her; he couldn’t hide it as his erection pressed against her back. All his movements were calculated, slow and sexy, pinning his fingers to her waist.

  “You are not going anywhere. I finally have you for myself and no one is going to interfere this time. I don’t care if there is an earthquake, or if this building is falling down, I’m going to enjoy this moment,” he said and moved Sophia closer to him.

  When he was holding her she appeared to be so vulnerable. He kissed her neck, tasting her delicious scent that made him want to rip her thin pyjamas to pieces. She kissed him back, willingly parting her lips for his tongue to explore her mouth. His heart was going crazy, pounding fiercely in his chest.

  “Harry,” muttered Sophia, cupping his face between her hands.

  “What is it, my beautiful?” he asked.

  “I want you to make love to me.”

  He breathed in the scent of her skin and his eyes widened slightly.

  “Sophia, you don’t have to do this just because I’m hard. There is nothing that I can do. You’ve got barely anything on.”

  “This is my nightwear! Besides, I’m turned on and I want to have sex with you.” She paused. “My body is filled with scars. I’ll understand if you change your mind.”

  Harry smiled, brushing his lips against hers.

  “Hey, you are beautiful, and your scars are gorgeous. You can’t even imagine how much I want to make love to you, but I want it to be right. You have to be ready.”

  “I’m not afraid of sex, and I want this. I’m just afraid of what you are going to see. I ruined my body, and it’s scary even for me when I’m staring at myself in the mirror,” she explained. Harry didn’t care what she was hiding underneath the thin fabric of her pyjamas because he wanted her and his breathing got heavier.

  “Sophia, I want you to be sure about this. We have all the time in the world to have sex. You don’t have to rush,” he repeated in a hoarse tone. He wanted to be inside her so much.

  “Just make love to me. I want to be with you. Take me to that paradise that everyone is talking about.”

  “Fine, we will go slow. You have to tell me straight away if it’s too much,” he whispered, leaning to kiss her stomach. His hands moved along her lean, small body, touching and exploring every part. He was hard and ready, but he had to take it easy. He wanted her to have the most mind-blowing first time in her life. Harry let out a breathy groan when Sophia brushed her fingers across his crotch.

  “Sophia, you’ve got to stop this otherwise I’m going to lose any self-control that I have left in me,” he groaned and pushed her hand away.

  Harry started to undo the buttons to her nightwear while looking at her at the same time. He knew that she didn’t have anything else on underneath. She tensed her body when her top fell open, revealing her naked chest. He met her eyes and smiled, pushing away her worries. He darted his eyes downwards, staring at the scars. Sophia had used the sharpness of the knife to scar her body around her ribs and stomach. Her flawless skin was covered with long, thin scars, the marks from her past. Each of them straight, cut with intense precision and patience. He stopped breathing for several seconds, mesmerised by the extent of her painful addiction. He looked up at her, locking his eyes with hers.

  “You are still gorgeous and I’m going to make you scream with pleasure. Don’t hold back and remember to tell me if I’m going too fast,” he said softly. Sophia nodded.

  Harry lowered his lips and kissed her breast. He could hear her slow moan as he licked her hard nipples, swirling his tongue around them. She tasted delicious, like honey, bringing the summer back to his memories. He planted kisses around her breasts, then took them into his hands and slid his tongue over the scars on her ribs. She groaned, shaking with anticipation. He moved his other hand underneath her shorts, trying to keep his plastered leg away, making it as comfortable as possible. He ignored the sharp pain around his ribs, concentrating only on Sophia and her pleasure.

  “Are you afraid when I’m touching you?” he asked, kissing the part just below her mound.

  “No, carry on,” she growled.

  He cupped her breasts in his hand and moved back to her lips, pulling her abruptly towards his mouth. Then he began moving with the rhythm of her lips, feeling her tremble underneath him. His tongue found hers, not letting her breathe. He pulled her shorts off, not wanting to wait any longer. His eyes moved downwards, scanning her naked body, the tiny scars on her thighs. His pupils dilated and he bit his lip, feeling aroused and ready, the scars made him want to kiss each of them and make her forget about the pain. He moved on top of her, positioning himself between her legs, and brushed his finger through her sex. When he slid his finger inside her, she threw her head back, begging him for more.

  “OH MY...!” she screamed.

  She was incredibly wet for him. His cock pounded; the throbbing sensation was making him want to tear her apart. He pulled away and got out of bed, searching for the condom in the pocket of his jeans.

  Chapter Thirty-two

  “You are ready so fast,” he muttered and slid the rubber over his erection. He stood and looked at Sophia, positioning himself between her legs. Slowly he circled his thumb around her sex and rubbed it down over her folds. He lifted her hips and lowered his head between her legs. His eyes were locked with hers as he sucked her slowly.

  She let out a moan and Harry smiled, running his tongue over her clitoris. Her legs trembled as she gripped the bed tight, tensing her pelvis. Soon his movements became more urgent and quicker.

  “God, Harry,” she groaned.

  “Stay with me, beautiful,” he ordered and continued sucking, picking up the pace. It wasn’t long before the orgasm passed through her system, the waves of ecstasy making her cry out for him. He pushed his body on top of her, brushing away her hair.

  “I’m going to slide myself inside you now, just tell me to stop if it hurts,” he said in a husky tone, feeling the excitement filling his bloodstream. She spread her legs, inviting him in. He slid himself inside her slowly, controlling all of his movements, staring at her eyes at the same time. Pain passed across her face, but she didn’t tell him to stop.

  “Are you all right?” he asked.

  “I’m fine. Don’t stop,” she breathed. He pushed, easing himself inside, gradually possessing every inch of her skin. Sophia’s breathing hardened, urging him for more. She felt so perfect and he was going to come soon, but he needed to take care of her first. He wanted her to enjoy this more than anything else. He wanted to make this special for her. He kept pushing slowly and steadily until she got used to him. Then his body moved faster and a soft moan escaped Sophia’s mouth. His breathing was quick and heavy.

  “Faster,” she pleaded as her eyes closed.

  “Yes!”

  A wave of heat and delight was swirling throughout his whole body. He pounded himself inside of her, filling every inch of her.

  He let go of a breathless groan. “Are you close?”

  “Hmmm.”

  He couldn’t resist her anymore; he was on the edge of ecstasy, and he finally exploded with her. His body had never felt anything more wonderful. Several moments passed and Harry fell down on the bed next to her. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her close to his chest.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, touching her arm. Her chest was raising and falling, her eyes closed, lips swollen.

  “Now I get it,” she said after a long moment in a husky whisper.

  “You get what?” he asked, lifting himself to look at her beautiful face.

  “I get what the whole fuss is about. Sex is freaking amazing.”

  Harry laughed and cuddled her closer to him, holding he
r for a long time. There were red marks on the sheets – blood, the proof that Sophia just lost her virginity. He couldn’t believe that he had this pure creature only for himself and that she’d chosen him to be her first. As he was staring at her scarred body, he realised that he loved her. He had fallen in love with her. Now he was lost because it was supposed to be the other way around.

  ***

  For the rest of the day Sophia couldn’t stay away from Harry. She was sore and he refused to make love to her again. She wanted to scream when he pushed himself inside her for the first time. She was in agony, but she clenched her teeth and let him go through with it. After the initial struggle, she finally experienced everything that Ramona had been talking about. She understood that closeness with another human being. Nobody else existed then; it was only them, lost with each other. She was watching him carefully when he was staring at her scars. For years she was surrounded by demons that made her hurt herself, but Harry seemed mesmerised by her marks.

  She never thought that sex would be so important to her. She’d even forgotten that she was supposed to look after Harry. She knew that he was still in pain because she noticed when he was struggling to put his T-shirt on.

  After a late brunch, Sophia went to the local supermarket to do some grocery shopping. She wanted to cook a special supper for Harry – steak and chips. She took her time, enjoying being out in the sunshine. When she came back, Harry was talking on the phone and sounded anxious.

  “Just chill out, Mum. I’m going to take you to that clinic whether you like it or not.”

  She put her shopping on the table and put the bottle of wine into the fridge for later, and started working on her dish.

  “So what is my beautiful girl making?” he asked, wrapping his hands around her waist after a few minutes of silence. Sophia smiled, instantly inhaling the familiar aroma of his aftershave.

  “Supper for both of us,” she replied. “Is everything all right with your mum?”

  He dropped his hands and sighed.

  “Not really. She is complaining that her migraines are getting more painful, which isn’t a good sign at all. I think that soon it might be too late for this operation.”

  Sophia sighed. “How much money have you managed to save?”

  “It doesn’t matter how much – it’s not enough. I’m still short ten grand,” he added and his nostrils flared.

  Sophia flinched, recalling her savings account. Now it was time to help someone. She couldn’t even think twice about it. Mrs O’Donaghue’s life could be saved.

  She ran her hand over Harry’s chest, remembering his beautiful tattoo. His muscles tensed almost instantly as her fingers touched his bare skin.

  “I’ll give you the rest of the money.”

  His reaction was exactly as she expected; he started laughing.

  “What? You will give me ten thousand pounds?” he repeated with amusement in his tone. Sophia was perfectly serious.

  “I come from a wealthy family, Harry, and my grandparents opened a trust for me when I was very young. I’ve got over twenty thousand pounds in that account. Your mother needs this money, and I’m willing to lend it to you.”

  Harry was staring at her with his jaw wide open.

  “I’m not going to take any money from you,” he said, sounding annoyed.

  “Please. It’s not like you are taking this money away for yourself; it’s all about your mother’s health and I want you to take it,” she continued, putting her argument forward. She just didn’t want him to fight with her.

  “I can’t accept this, Sophia. You know I can’t.”

  “Stop it, Harry. You are not going dealing anymore, plus your mother is getting worse, so you need it.”

  “It’s just wrong and you might need it later.”

  “I can’t believe you are not willing to budge on your mother’s health,” she protested. He paced around the room, glancing at her like he still couldn’t believe that she was serious.

  “Let me think about this, Sophia. It’s your trust money.”

  “Don’t think about this too long,” she muttered and decided that Harry needed to sleep on it. They didn’t talk about it for the rest of the day.

  ***

  The next day she woke up feeling good about herself. She had the sexiest man on this earth sleeping beside her and he was going to make love to her again very soon. She got up before him and made breakfast. It was the last day of their lounging together. She had to get back to work tomorrow – she had managed to get a day’s leave for today – and Harry needed to go back home to be with his mother and slowly regain his strength. Her phone was vibrating when she was frying the eggs. When she saw the caller ID, the colour drained from her face and the contraction in her stomach came back. Her father was calling her and she was standing in the kitchen, unable to move. She lifted her hand and picked up the phone, slid it open, and pressed it to her ear, shaking.

  “Hello Dad,” she said with a trembling voice. There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

  “Sophia, what the hell do you think you are doing?” asked her father. He sounded furious, and she remembered that fury well. He used to use this tone of voice when he was angry with her, or if he was demanding something.

  “How are you, Dad? Is everything all right?” she asked, trying to sense the reason that he called.

  “Apparently everything is fine according to you,” he snapped.

  “Dad, what are you –”

  “Stop making fool of yourself, Sophia, and grow up. I thought that you said that you were in control of your life.”

  She really had no idea what her father was talking about.

  “I’m fine, Dad. I don’t understand.”

  “You are stepping on thin ice, my dear. Sooner or later you will need to make the right decision. I’m warning you, there won’t be a next time,”

  “Dad, I don’t get it. You are warning me about what?”

  Silence. She looked at her phone, discovering that the line had been disconnected. She tried to call back, but the phone went straight to voicemail. She didn’t have a clue what her father was talking about. Maybe he went to visit Ramona and she’d told him about Mason. He never liked her dating anyone. After all, she was his only daughter.

  “What are you doing?” asked Harry, standing in the doorway and smiling widely.

  “I just had a really bizarre phone call from my father. He was warning me to stop doing whatever I was doing,” she explained and wrinkled her forehead in confusion.

  “Warning you? Are you sure?” He paused. “Well, maybe he is trying to say that he is going to visit you?” Sophia shook her head.

  “No, he would never come here. We don’t have a great relationship. He only travels when he has to,” she explained.

  “Then what…?”

  “I’ve got a bad feeling about this. I’m going to call my mum later to find out.”

  Harry cupped her face between his hands and kissed her.

  “Don’t think about him. We still have the day to ourselves. Besides, it can’t be about us. No one knows that we are together.”

  “My cousin visited me a while ago and I told her everything. I know that she wouldn’t have said anything because she hates my father,” Sophia explained, thinking about Ramona. No one in probation knew that Sophia was dating Harry, unless someone saw them together. They were always careful and she’d never gotten friendly with anyone in probation.

  “You might be right,” she sighed. “Do you want scrambled eggs for breakfast?”

  “Let’s just skip breakfast and spend the rest of the day in bed having sex instead,” he chuckled and pulled her into his arms before she could protest. She wanted to reply, but he sealed her lips with passionate kiss. Sophia soon forgot about the phone call from her father and stopped worrying about the future.

  Harry wanted to spend every spare minute that he had with Sophia. She wasn’t quite sure how she was going to deal with his visits in probatio
n. For now, he still had the sick note from his doctor. His bruises were healing well and in a few weeks he could drive again. Sophia had to go to work as normal, pretending that everything was all right. They hadn’t brought up the subject of money again that day, and so Sophia decided to wait for a few weeks before discussing it again.

  When it was time to say goodbye on Monday evening, Sophia felt like crying. She was in love with Harry and she was hopeful that Harry felt the same. She was frightened for their future but she couldn’t help herself. She saw him out of her apartment, feeling terrified yet wishful after the best weekend of her life.