Chapter 18 #2
Lina shook her head while eating the deliciousness I bestowed upon her. It was getting late, and no one had called me. Thankfully, I could usually get away with being gone every few days for a bit at a time. I looked forward to escaping that place every chance I got.
There was so much left to ask her. So much left unsaid. We were exhausted, filthy, and needed a shower. I followed her to what I assumed was her room. Simple, with not much to it, hardly lived in. She didn’t seem like someone who anchored herself to anything, and I understood that habit too well.
Lina dropped her things onto the bed and headed into the bathroom, closing the door. Locking it before I could grab the handle. I shook it like a feral animal.
“Come on, Linaaa. Let me in. I’ve already eaten you out. Let me see your nakedness. Fucking, please let me see. I won’t touch. I just want to watch.”
Yeah, I was a creepy pervert. My own words shocked me, but they kept tumbling out. She wasn’t telling me to shut up. Did she want me to shut up? Guess we were about to find out.
I clenched the doorknob, turned my body sideways, and braced myself. One. Two. Three. I slammed into the door again and again. The wood splintered under the force. She had to hear it. She had to know I wasn’t stopping.
Still no protest. One more hit.
The door burst open, and I stumbled into the bathroom, catching myself before I fell. Christ. The place was massive.
She didn’t even flinch as she stood in all her perfection, with a wretched towel wrapped around her body. I considered ripping it off.
I walked toward her, adjusting my cock through my pants because the fabric felt like a prison. She tilted her head—the same way she had that night—and let the towel fall.
I was… starving.
She wanted this.
“For the love of all things unholy, I have never seen someone so fucking breathtaking, Lina. You are going to be the death of me.” I barely knew what I was saying anymore. I was gone. Drowning in her. And she fucking loved it.
I didn’t let her step back. She was already in my hold, and I wasn’t letting go.
It felt like our first dance again—our bodies pulled together by something unspoken and inevitable.
She stripped my clothes off, and I kept my hands mostly to myself, touching lightly, waiting.
Needing her permission before I devoured her.
With her, I never felt judged. She knew enough about what my father did to me to understand the parts of me I kept hidden. Somehow, she made it safe to be vulnerable. No one else ever had.
The shower blasted scalding heat. How the hell her skin didn’t melt was beyond me. I leaned against the tile, letting the cooler air hit my back as I watched her start her routine.
I could watch this forever. The way the water slid over her curves. The soap gliding across her skin. Her hair dripping. Every movement a slow, torturous blessing. She was everything. And I was fucked.
Mentally, I was trying to capture every second of this. Should’ve brought my damn phone in here. I was still thinking about that when she placed the shampoo in my hand. I needed to get my hair wet, so I reached out, grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her out of my way mid-rinse.
She couldn’t open her eyes with the soap running down her face, but I was very amused.
She was very not. I soaked myself fast, got my hair wet under the spray, then moved her right back where she’d been.
After she rinsed the shampoo from her hair, she shot me an irritated look.
“Seriously. You just do whatever you want, don’t you? ”
“No, Petal. No, I do not. If I did whatever I wanted, we’d be in a very different position right now,” I admitted with a cocky smile.
She was getting used to the shit that came out of my mouth, and she knew I meant every word.
Gracefully, she stepped toward me and pressed me back as far as I’d go.
The wall was freezing, but her fingers were warm as they traced along my chest. She touched my scars, careful around my broken ribs.
Then she pinched my nipple. I flinched, leaning forward.
She planted her other hand on my shoulder to keep me upright.
“Ouch,” I teased through a breath I barely caught.
She continued downward, fingers skating over my stomach, and I was so lost in her touch that my hand automatically went to grab her wrist. I didn’t get the chance.
“Don’t touch me.” She was talking to me the way she talked to her people when shit was going sideways or before the mission—in a don’t mess with me tone.
I pulled my hand back instantly. She wasn’t looking at me. Fuck. Did I screw up?
I had only meant to touch her wrist, needing a second to think before acting. It felt like I knew her inside and out, yet at the same time, I had no idea where her lines were, but I intended to learn them.
Then her hand wrapped around my cock, and I sucked in a breath so fast it stopped my thoughts cold.
Everything happened at once. Her grip tightened. Her wrist moved. And she started pumping me in steady strokes. My hips rolled, matching the pace she created. She leaned her head against my chest, and I didn’t dare try to touch her again.
From this angle, I could see her ass. God.
She had such a perfect ass. Lina was a thick woman, all curves and power, strong enough to drop me to my knees without even trying.
Water rippled over her skin, catching the red ink on her back.
I needed to trace it with my tongue. I’d never envied water before.
She quickened her grip, then slow, then fast again. My body strained to keep up.
The steam from the shower and the ache between my thighs were becoming too much. My face was hot. My whole body felt dizzy in the best possible way. I tried to hold back the moans, but every time she increased her pace, another sound ripped out of my lungs.
My legs twitched. My breath turned erratic. My climax spilled over her hand in a slow, pulsing drip.
Petal stepped away from me, just as breathless, her cheeks flushed. I wanted to make her feel good, too, but I wasn’t touching her without permission.
She lifted her hand to my mouth. “Lick it off.” My jaw dropped. Then I obeyed, tongue dragging over her skin, getting every last drop.
“Good boy.”
Oh my god, she was going to ruin me in the most beautiful way. After we were done washing up, we got dressed. One of her guys brought me some clothes since I was ill-prepared to spend the night with her.
She crawled onto the bed, deliberately slow. I swore she was being seductive on purpose. The silk pajamas hugged her curves like they had been sewn directly onto her body. The bed was huge. I figured I had enough space to lie next to her without crossing a line.
I tried to keep myself to one side, wanting to talk to her about what happened in the shower. I didn’t know how to start the conversation, though. “Hey, Lina, earlier, I mean, I was just going to touch your arm. I didn’t mean to either… just kind of happened.”
There was silence for way too long before she spoke. “I wanted to see how well you obey commands. You are such a good boy, Cezar. Now get over here and keep me warm.”
Such a dangerous game.
“Yes, my Petal.” I moved right into her space. She let me wrap myself around her, let me hold her the way I’d been dying to. She settled against my chest, her guard lowered.
If anyone walked in, they’d probably think I was her captor from the way I held her. No way out. No chance to escape. Not that either of us wanted to.