"Lie on the bed in the middle," Michel ordered softly. "On your back."

My hesitation only lasted for two seconds. I followed his order and crawled onto the bed. Flopping onto my back, I stared up at the ceiling. I was panting by the time he crawled onto the bed next to me. He laid down beside me and propped his head on his hand.

He hesitated and then placed his large hand on my stomach. My eyes followed the movement of his fingers. Michel softly brushed my skin. His hand slightly slid lower. I sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers brushed my pubic hair.

"I'm going to touch you here," he whispered as his hand slid lower over my sex. "And kiss you."

His hand moved up again against my ribs to the underside of my left breasts. His thumb brushed against it.

"Tell me to stop when it makes you feel uncomfortable, okay?"

"O-okay."

"Good girl."

My skin heated at the praise. Michel leaned down and caught my lips with his. His hand slipped up the massage my breasts as he deepened the kiss. I moaned, reaching up to wrap my arms around his shoulders.

He shifted, and then he was suddenly on top of me. My body tensed and a whimper fell from my lips as the memories of the attack flashed through my mind.

With my hands pressed against his chest, I tried to push him off.

"Sin," he said softly. "Open your eyes and look at me Sin."

But I wasn't seeing him. I was seeing father's friend holding me down on the bed. I felt his hands ripping at my clothes and smelt his foul breath in my face. A scream bubbled up in my chest. My lips parted but before it could escape, the weight was suddenly lifted.

"Breathe sweet pea."

I sucked air into my lungs and forced them to work. My fingers dug into skin as I fought. The voice whispering in my ear was so much different than the other one. His touch was gentle and soothing.

"That's it." Lips brushed my damp skin. "You're doing good Sin. Keep on breathing."

I slowly opened my eyes and blinked up at the green eyes so close to mine. Michel smiled down at me and tenderly moved some strands of hair from my face.

"I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "There's no reason to be sorry. I was too fast for you."

I shook my head. "When you got on top of me I remembered him holding me down." I pressed my cheek against his chest and closed my eyes. "I tried not to but it was hard to stop. It just happened."

Michel continued to stroke my hair. My body slowly relaxed against his. What happened has never happened before. I'd had nightmares days after the attack and every time he had managed to rip my clothes off. He had hurt me that way father sometimes hurt the women that stayed at the house..

"I want Pinky."

"Who's Pinky?"

"Nana gave her to me before father made her leave," I told him. "She's soft and smell like flowers."

"Is she a stuffie?"

"No," I shook my head. "A doll."

"Where is she now?"

Tears filled my eyes. I sniffed and turned my head to look up at him. "Father killed her. He stabbed her over and over again and then he ripped her apart. He said it was because I had to grow up. He didn't like it when I played with her. He burned her so I couldn't fix her."

He pressed his lips against the tip of my nose. "I'll see if I can find you a new Pinky. Do you still remember what she looked like?"

I nodded.

"Good, I'll find a new one for you. Promise."

"Everything okay?"

I turned my head to watch Tyrone as he entered the room. His eyes darted between us before locking with mine. I turned my focus on him instead of all the bad memories.

He walked closer and stopped at the end of the bed.

He had his shirt and shoes in his hand. A fine layer of sweat covered his skin and his hair was a mess. His cheeks were flushed and his lips slightly swollen. Tyrone dropped the shoes and shirt on the floor. With his knee on the bed he slowly crawled closer.

"Everything is fine," Michel said softly. "We were talking about her Pinky."

"Pinky?" He raised an eyebrow in question.

"I'll explain later."

Nodding, he leaned down placed a kiss against my cheek. His eyes slowly dropped down my body. Michel shifted slightly and then gripped my hips. I gasped when he placed me between his legs.

His chest to my back.

"Where's Bella?" Michel asked him.

"Sleeping." Tyrone's eyes dropped to my legs. "Spread them for me baby. I want to see how wet Michel's been making you."

"Tyrone—"

I pulled my legs up and bend my knees, then slowly let them drop open. Sometimes it was better to replace old painful memories with new ones.

"You still want to play?" Michel whispered against my ear.

I nodded.

He gripped my knees and spread my legs wider. His hand slid lower to my calves. Michel guided my feet over his legs and then bend my knees again. Cool air brushed against my sex, making me shiver. I watched his hands as they trailed back up my legs again. They stopped on my inner thighs.

"Tell Tyrone to show you how to touch Bella."

I blinked. Colour flooded my cheeks and heat spread throughout my body when my eyes caught his. They were dark and filled with lust.

"Will you teach me how to touch Bella?" I asked him.

Tyrone smiled at me. "I'd love to, baby."

He moved closer until he was seated between my spread legs. Tyrone leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. He licked my bottom lip, making me shiver. My lips parted and my tongue met his. I moaned into his mouth when hands cupped my breasts. Fingers brushed my nipples. My sex clenched. He broke the kiss, but only to move his lips down to my neck.

I tried to even my breathing but it was hard to do with two sets of lips on my skin. Michel suddenly leaned back, and pulled me along with him. His hands dropped to my hips.

"First you have to kiss Bella," Tyrone said softly. "Bella likes neck kisses."

He pressed a kiss against the corner of my mouth. His lips trailed down to my neck. Slow open-mouth kisses were placed down my neck to my collarbone, and then up again to a spot behind my ear that made my toes curl. He hummed and kissed me there again.

"So does our little Sin," Michel whispered against my ear.

Tyrone pulled away slightly to move his lips down my neck to my chest. Over the top of my breast and lower, closer to my nipple. I sucked in a sharp breath when he licked it. My back arched. Round and round. Up and down. A sharp cry fell from my lips when he suddenly sucked my nipple into his mouth.

My legs slammed close. I wanted to relief the ache between my legs, but I couldn't. Tyrone's body between my legs prevented me from closing my legs. Instead I raised my hips to rub against him. He groaned. Pulling away, he smiled down at me. Michel gripped my hips and held me in place.

"You can't come yet, baby," he said softly.

"But—"

My words died down when his tongue flicked out to lick my nipple. Tyrone kissed across my chest to my other breast. I barely had anytime to suck air into my lungs when he repeated the actions. My hands clutched his hips as I squirmed between them.

"P-please," I cried.

He groaned again. "I love it when you beg."

A whimper fell from my lips when he suddenly pulled away. Tyrone only sat back on his heels. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zip. Getting off the bed, he pulled down his jeans and stepped out of it.

"Open your legs as wide as you can, baby."

I heard his words clearly, but I couldn't look away from his penis. It was bigger than it was when I stole a peek in the bathroom. He placed his knee on the bed and climbed up. Everytime he moved his penis bobbed up and down.

"Do as I say, love."

I shivered.

Licking my dry lips, I pulled my legs up until I could grip my ankles. I was spread wide open and by the look on his face, Tyrone like it.

He laid down on his stomach and moved closer. I squirmed again when I felt his breath fanning my sex.

"She's so fucking wet Michel," he muttered. "Such a beautiful pussy. All pink and glistering."

Wrapping his hands around the back of my thighs, he pushed my legs a little wider. His eyes locked with mine as he leaned forward and ran his nose over my pubic hair. Another low groan fell from his lips.

"You smell so good baby."

"Please," I whispered.

He smiled. With his thumbs, he spread my lips apart. My mouth fell open when he blew against my wet core. Michel's hands trailed up my sides and stopped under my breasts.

"Oh," I gasped, body jerking as Tyrone licked me.

My eyes fluttered closed but opened almost immediately when his tongue entered me. As he moved his tongue in and out of me, his nose kept rubbing against my clit. My stomach tightened, the need to explode building.

Michel's hands moved up to my breasts. His thumbs rubbed my nipples. My stomach tightened. I sucked in a sharp breath when Tyrone suddenly sucked my clit into his mouth. My back arched and my head drop back.

I cried out when the orgasm hit.

This orgasm was nothing compare to all those I had while grinding against my pillow or against him. It was a whole lot better.