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  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Uncovering You 6: Deliverance

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  The End

  This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been use fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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  Edited by Gail Lennon.

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  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to Renee Reynolds and Angela Carroll.

  Renee, for making it possible.

  Angela, for making it shine.

  Uncovering You 6:

  Deliverance

  by Scarlett Edwards

  November 19th, 2014

  EDWARDS PUBLISHING

  Reader Warning:

  Uncovering You contains scenes of intense emotional and physical abuse. Readers with sensitivity to such subjects are advised to proceed with caution.

  Book Description:

  Evil.

  That is really the best way to describe Jeremy Stonehart. When he was Stonehart.

  Is he that anymore? I don't know. As he reveals more and more of himself to me, I start to see a glimmer of the man beneath the surface. I start to understand, in some small way, that even evil comes from a source, from some initial seed that sprouted and took hold of a person's soul.

  Evil is what Jeremy Stonehart was. But is it what he will continue to be?

  I will only find out by sticking to him until the very end. It is my only choice. It is my only option. It is the only way I will get answers, and the only way that I will get...

  Revenge.

  Chapter One

  My back hits the concrete wall. Before I can move, Stonehart’s body is against mine. He pins my arms above my head, then uses his other hand to rip the front of my dress down.

  My breasts spill out. Deep in his throat, Stonehart makes a savage sound of pleasure. The hand that isn’t pinning me grabs my left breast and squeezes hard.

  A small whimper of pain escapes my lips. Stonehart gives it no heed. His mouth drops to mine and he kisses me with shocking intensity. My body curves off the wall toward him. The pressure of his erection against my stomach fires my need.

  He releases my hands. They drop down, and I spread them against the concrete wall for support. In the dark, I can see nothing except the pale shape of Stonehart’s body outlined by the moonlight.

  He kisses me again. I hitch my leg up and curl it around his hip. The tiny red dress inches to my waist. Thanks to Stonehart’s rules, I am wearing no panties. The slick fabric of his Armani pants feels rough as wool against my inner thighs.

  He pushes into me, deepening the kiss. His teeth tighten on my lower lip and he tugs, eliciting a sharp jab of pain. But that’s okay. I know he likes it rough.

  Especially when he’s in one of his moods.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Lilly,” he rasps. One of his hands slides down my body and grabs my ass. He pushes into me with his hips, plastering my back against the cold, unforgiving wall. “I’m going to fuck you the way you need to be fucked. The way that will have you screaming all night long. The way that will ensure you think about nothing but me when we’re meeting Fey tomorrow.”

  His hand moves over my leg and pushes into my core. I gasp as two thick, strong fingers plunge inside me.

  “You’re not wet yet,” he rasps. “That’s all right. We can change that.”

  I grit my teeth as he begins stroking me. His thumb rubs over my clit. His fingers push in and out of me with no remorse. Dark pleasure floods my body from his sinful touch, even through the tightness, even through the pain.

  He can be soft, gentle, and caring. I’ve seen that side. I’ve had my fill of it during our dream-like getaways at the villa. That’s when he’s Jeremy.

  Or, he can be cruel, harsh, and uncompromising. He can be Stonehart. They are two sides of the same man. They are his Jekyll and Hyde: One man. Two personas. One man. Two names.

  Right now, he is most definitely Stonehart. And if he needs to take control of my body to make up for the mishap with Thalia earlier, if he needs to do that to work the anger out of his system, and—hopefully—to return to being Jeremy tomorrow, well, that’s something I’m more than willing to let him do.

  Besides, it’s not like I have much choice in the matter.

  Without warning, he breaks away. I fall forward, only just managing to catch myself on shaking legs.

  Stonehart steps back and tears at his tuxedo buttons. His eyes reflect in the moonlight as they focus squarely on me. I feel like a deer trapped in a hunter’s snare. That penetrating, lustful gaze holds promise of all the things he intends to do to me tonight.

  I don’t need him to verbalize them. One look at his face is enough.

  His wide shoulders make the two halves of his shirt strain at the chest as he strips his jacket off. He looks so virile, so very male. So very powerful.

  My breaths are coming hard and fast. He starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the glorious body beneath. His muscled arms are long and lean. His chest is hard. His torso doesn’t have a strip of excess flesh anywhere. It’s astonishing that he finds the time to maintain such a good body, given his position.

  But those aren’t the prevalent thoughts running through my head. They’re just there, somewhere in the background, a function of natural female appreciation that comes from seeing such a stunning man.

  What I’m thinking, instead, is how vulnerable I am right now. There’s nothing that will hold him back tonight. After the run-in with Thalia, I know he needs an outlet for his aggression.

  That outlet, for better or for worse, is me.

  He attacks me again. His mouth lands on mine and he kisses me hard as I’m sandwiched between him and the wall. He presses his body into mine. His knee lands between my legs, pinning me there, while he reaches to grab the roots of my hair. An unbidden whimper escapes my lips as he tugs, making my face crane up to give him access to my neck.

  He again seals his mouth over mine and kisses me with unabashed passion, anger, and fury.

  And I begin to respond.

  I let the worries scatter as the deep heat of his kiss ignites my body. Passion and lust come alive as I return his kiss. Long ago, I promised myself that I wouldn’t be a passive vi
ctim to Jeremy’s depravity any more. Though events since Portland have definitely changed things between us, I have never lost sight of that.

  I just haven’t had the need to make good on that promise yet.

  I do now. Tonight, Jeremy wants it rough. He needs it rough. And that’s exactly what I’m going to give him.

  So I kiss him back. I tangle my hands in his hair and bring him to me. He grunts, maybe in surprise, maybe in appreciation. I don’t care. I’m revved up and ready to go. I’m ready to fuck him.

  The rough hairs on his chest scratch against my bare flesh as he deepens the kiss. My hands move from his head to his back. I claw at him with my nails. The slabs of muscle beneath his skin are hard. They don’t give me much to grab onto. I dig in, pulling him closer, needing him tighter, wanting him… more.

  Without warning, he scoops me up. My legs curl around his waist. I hook my ankles together, clinging to him.

  A few quick paces and we’re at the bed. Jeremy tosses me on. I land with my hair spread wide around my head.

  The tiny dress has ridden up way past my waist. I draw my knees wide, opening my legs, giving him access. Inviting him in. The pure, unadulterated desire that shows on his face when he sees my pussy turns me on more than I thought possible.

  There’s no fear left in me anymore. I might have been harboring some, on the silent ride back to the hotel. But, it’s gone now. Hell, I might have even felt it flare into something very dire when Jeremy issued the warning about “one toe stepping out of line.” But if this is the outlet for his aggression… if this is what he needs to work his fury out… hell, I’m more than game.

  “Fuck me,” I rasp. I hardly recognize my own voice. Or the words that spill naturally from my lips. “Fuck me, Jeremy. I don’t want you to hold back.”

  A flash of something akin to amusement flickers on his face. It’s gone before I can get a second look.

  “I don’t think you’ve ever asked to be fucked before,” he murmurs, climbing onto the bed. I squirm under the powerful desire in his eyes.

  The outline of his cock is straining through his pants. It fills me with the most urgent need. He edges closer, but doesn’t touch me. “You want me tonight, do you?”

  That’s such a ridiculous question I don’t even know how to respond. He was the one who initiated things the moment we got through the doors of the suite. He was the one who threw me against the wall and began to kiss me. And now that I’m lying here completely vulnerable and exposed to him, he wants to take the time to ask?

  Maybe he wants to hear me beg. It’s certainly nothing I’ve ever done with him before—not when he’s been this aggressive.

  “Jeremy…” his name falls from my lips like a forgotten prayer. I cannot even finish the sentence. My mind is too scrambled. I’m too far gone, lost in the throes of some unbridled and wholly unique passion.

  My chest heaves with every breath. Even though he hasn’t touched me since tossing me on the bed, arousal pulses through my entire body.

  The mattress dips as he shifts closer. On his knees, he still looms over me. He positions himself between my legs. I make fists in the bedding and grip tight. The anticipation is killing me.

  “Do me,” I say. I wriggle toward him. “Oh, dear God, Jeremy, just do me!”

  A sinister smile touches his lips. He angles his head down, and looks at me with coy, knowing eyes.

  “I didn’t expect you to be so receptive,” he murmurs, tracing a finger down the length of my calf. “What a surprise.”

  “Stop fucking around and screw me!” The words burst from my mouth before I can stop them.

  I clamp a hand over my mouth in shock. I’ve never tried commanding him before.

  He chuckles.

  “You know,” he says, his voice low and dangerous, “I’ve never shared this with you before, but the one thing I hate…” he brings my foot to his mouth and sucks on my toes, one by one, “is being told what to do in bed.”

  I tuck that nugget of information away before returning to the moment. It might prove useful in the future.

  “So you tell me you want to be fucked,” he says, continuing that tantalizing teasing with his tongue. “That wouldn’t be a problem, usually, because I want to fuck you.” He puts my foot down and sidles even closer. His hands trail back and forth over my spread thighs. The touch is so light, so teasing, and so maddeningly close to where I actually want it to be that it makes the anticipation unbearable.

  “The problem, Lilly,” he continues, stroking up and down my bare flesh, “is that we’ve now removed the tension from the equation.”

  I stare at him in disbelief. Is he fucking kidding me? The sexual energy between us is so high I’m afraid the room might catch fire!

  “You want to be fucked. I want to fuck you. Do you see how that puts me in a dilemma?”

  “No,” I say. The man is absolutely insane! “We both want the same thing. So just give it to me, dammit!”

  “So hasty,” he murmurs, “and yet, so very vulnerable. Do you remember the first time we fucked, on the floor of the sunroom?” He smiles at the memory. “That was fun.”

  I remember him forcing himself on me. I remember fighting against him, and fighting the act the entire time.

  “That…” he says, leaning forward so that his body is hovering over mine, “was how I envisioned tonight. But…” his hand brushes my cheek softly, “I’m afraid it won’t be possible if you are willing.”

  “This is ridiculous!” I say. My voice comes out halfway between a whimper and a plea. “Jeremy, just… just fuck me!”

  “No.” His finger trails down the side of my neck. “Not yet. Not now. You want immediate gratification, Lilly. I intend to…make you wait.” He leans down and nips my neck. “To arouse you.” His mouth turns to my collarbone. “To make you… wet.”

  When his jaw brushes over my breast, and he takes one nipple in his mouth, giving a sharp bite, it’s all I can do not to cry out. I want him inside me so bad it hurts. But, for some perverse reason, the man seems newly opposed to the idea.

  He looks up at me. “Your breasts taste divine,” he says. Then he continues working his way down my body. His head moves down my midline, over my navel, and to my very inflamed, very receptive core. “But I bet you taste even better down here.”

  I moan and arch into him as he laps his tongue once over my clit. That brief touch elicits the most electric sensation. All my nerves are already fried. Yet, he’s only just begun!

  He parts me with two fingers and moves his tongue up in a smooth, slow motion.

  “Oh my God.” I close my eyes and let my head fall back. “Oh my God, Jeremy! I can’t take it.”

  “I know how to treat my women,” he says. Before I can take issue with the implication, his tongue is back, continuing its rhythmic, slow exploration of my folds.

  Every lick is heavenly. It’s not the harsh, angry finger-fuck from against the wall. This is slow and sensual. It’s not what I would have expected, even a few minutes ago. It’s like nothing I could have expected when I was with him in the cab.

  But I know that Jeremy can shift moods on a dime. If he wants to be the slow and caring lover, well, I can’t change that.

  It just pisses me off that, right now, I want it hard and fast.

  Another stroke up my cleft. All the air leaves my lungs in a rush. I can feel the familiar tingle of an oncoming orgasm building in the distance.

  Jeremy’s fingers join in. He brings one inside me and pulls it out, slow and steady, matching the rhythmic lapping of his tongue. Another comes into the fold, and then a third, making me feel deliciously stretched.

  The pressure continues to build within me, promising to coalesce into the most wonderful climax I’ve experienced with the man.

  Maybe he was right. Maybe I didn’t know what I was asking when I told him I wanted to be fucked. Maybe slow and gentle and steady is just what I needed—

  My eyes pop open. It has nothing to do with what Jeremy is do
ing down there. They open because of the last thought: Could Jeremy actually be putting my needs ahead of his? Could he be doing that… right now?

  Could that be the explanation behind “not having enough tension”?

  Could he have shifted from Stonehart to Jeremy, right before me, of his own accord?

  The climax crashes, washing away conscious thought. I’ve ruined it partly by my shift in focus. But, it still feels marvelous because of what it represents. The emergence of the Stonehart persona in the cab had me worried—supremely worried—about how far we might have regressed. But this… this wonderful shift, spurred by the man’s own changing desires… makes me believe that I might have put too little trust in Jeremy’s confession the night he took the collar off.

  Maybe he really was being sincere. Maybe that was him opening up, for real, and—again, for real—admitting his feelings to me and revealing the person he is underneath.

  Maybe. I don’t have the time, energy, or desire to read too much into it now. As I float back to earth, I just know that, wherever things go in the future, I’ll be facing them with a new perspective.

  Chapter Two

  Jeremy looks at me through hooded eyes. Lust is still clear on his face. As it should be. I’ve gotten mine. I haven’t given him his yet.

  “My turn,” I say, pushing myself up. My body is thrumming from the vestiges of the last orgasm. But, the promise of more has me ready to keep going.

  “Lie back,” Jeremy commands. “I’m not done with you.”

  “Oh, no!” I give him my best seductive stare. “You’ve had your fun. It’s my turn to return the favor.”

  A dark look crosses his face. The next moment I’m pressing my body up against his, gripping his shoulders, kissing him hard. He sits back, supporting himself on the mattress with one hand. I crawl into his lap. I feel the hard shape of his erection beneath me. As we kiss, I start to grind my hips back and forth over the tented fabric.