The tattoos she needs to be afraid of aren’t my prison ones, though.
It’s the Bratva leadership ones on my shoulders and chest which tell her what kind of monster I am. I’m covered, so that should give her a good guess.
Or maybe she knows. Monster was what she called me yesterday.
She wasn’t wrong.
“Why didn’t you join me?” I taunt. As expected, she looks thrown by the question, and even in the dim light I can make out the rosy flush in her cheeks.
“I bathed already, thanks.”
She swallows hard when my eyes drop to her heaving breasts in the camisole top clinging to her body. The left strap slinks down the smooth skin of her shoulder, inviting me to touch and taste her.
I accept the invite, but when I move closer, she sits up defensively, her delicate hands clutching the sheet to cover her chest as if she can hide those tits from me. I almost laugh, and few things amuse me.
Does she really think a bedsheet can protect her from me?
Or stop me from looking at her body?
Or maybe she’s hiding because she wants to conceal the arousal evident in her tight little nipples. The razor-sharp peaks are pressing against flimsy bedsheet.
Even if her body weren’t betraying her, I have the memory of this morning and the way I made her body bow to my touch and command. Like it or not, she’s attracted to me, and she’s just as screwed by that ripple of attraction between us as I am.
The difference between us is, when I want something, I take it. I don’t fight against my natural primal desires.
“You look like you were crying,” I state and give her a curious look.
“I’m fine.”
As I take in her long fingers, I think for the first time about what must have happened to her engagement ring. I never saw one.
I don’t remember her wearing one when I first saw her, and not when the guards took her to the dungeons. I would imagine that’s something she would have been required to wear since the engagement was announced months before the assassination attempt.
“What happened to your ring?” I ask. The question sounds weird considering we weren’t talking about that.
“What ring?”
“The engagement ring Felipe gave you.”
Her cheeks flush. I’m not sure if it’s because she’s scared or embarrassed.
“I lost it a few days before… before the incident. I was going to get fitted for another one after the rehearsal.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
I keep my gaze trained on her while I take the towel off me. Her eyes drop to my dick, erect and ready to fuck her.
“Stand up and take your clothes off,” I tell her.
With trembling hands, she slides off the bed and obeys. I know the quickness in her movements and her willingness is down to being scared of what I might do to José. It fucking irritates me, but I tamp down my rage.
She lifts her top over her head, unleashing the beautiful heft of her breasts.
The pajama bottoms and panties come off next, and just like in Mexico, she stands naked before me. This was what I wanted this morning.
Her just like this.
