Page 34 of Fragile Twisted Vows
“Are you upset with me?” I ask, not knowing why the question even enters my brain.
“Yes,” he says without pause as he runs the sponge down my torso.
“You could have killed me,” I say simply, staring at his wet, dark hair that now falls over the sides of his face. His scar is on full display now, red and agitated from the warm water.
He’s so devastatingly beautiful and I hate it.
“No. I couldn’t have,” he says simply, confidently.
I scoff then.
“You shot a man nearly an inch away from me,” I exclaim and he shrugs as he scrubs at my arms now.
“You forget that I was a sniper,” he says, and I fall silent.
He was. Special forces too. This man is probably trained better than anyone.
And given his new line of work, that training has now made him lethal.
“What did he do?” I ask then, watching his dark hands run from my wrists to my hips.
“Stole from me,” he says quietly, his focus on my skin now.
My pulse quickens when the sponge rubs at my hip bone, right where my thigh meets it. I flinch, hissing through my teeth.
Because it feels good. It feels too fucking good even though there is blood trailing down the drain.
“Sensitive?” he asks, a ghost of a smirk on his full lips.
I shake my head slowly, watching him as he slowly sinks down to his knees in the shower before me.
He lifts my right leg by my calf, staring at it as he runs the sponge down my entire leg, pausing at the inside of my thigh. That hissing sound leaves my lips again and his eyes lift and lock onto mine.
And in them I now see…admiration. Like he almost finds me attractive.
Like he likes touching my naked body.
Instantly, I get wet. Which is stupid, but his dark head is practically between my legs and now he’s dropped the sponge and is rubbing the suds along my leg with his bare fingers and it feels so fucking…good.
“You’ll pay for it, you know,” he quips suddenly and I tilt my head at him in confusion.
“What do you mean? Pay for what?” I ask and he shakes his head at me as he clicks his tongue and drops my leg to lift the other one in the same way.
He continues the same, tortuous rubbing along my left leg now too.
“For snooping,” he says in a husky tone that practically has me panting like a dog.
Dear god, what is wrong with me? Who am I?
“I wasn’t snooping!” I gasp and he lands one hard, wet slap to my left thigh and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.
“You were. And you’re going to pay for it,” he growls as he drops my leg and slowly stands until his body is pressed into mine.
And even though he’s in wet, heavy clothes, I can still feel the hard outline of his massive length press into my hip. I flutter my eyes, trying to blink away the desire that starts burning through me.
“H…how am I going to pay?” I ask, another stupid question that shouldn’t even be forming.
He smiles at me then. A slow, wicked smile.
