Chapter 14 #2
Once her face is clean from the blood and makeup, I kiss her on the forehead. She leans away and begins to pull down her thong, but I touch her wrist. I can tell she’s struggling as she watches the rust-colored water continue to flow down the drain.
“Just close your eyes, Sunshine. I’ll take care of you.”
She does as I say and closes her eyes. I grab the tattered fabric that remains from her hoodie and begin to slip it off her body. It falls to the floor, and so does her bra. The sound echoes as the soaked fabric hits the tile floor. I slowly kneel in front of her to remove the last bit of clothing.
Her eyes are still closed as I pull down the small strip of fabric barely clinging to her body.
Declan sliced through most of the thong, so it practically fell off of her.
I stand to grab the sprayer and washcloth before kneeling again.
Her eyes remain closed the entire time as she relaxes against the wall.
I run the sprayer up her inner thigh, and she slowly opens her legs.
As the water washes away the blood, dark marks from his fingerprints can be seen dotting her inner thighs.
She winces slightly as I run the washcloth along the apex of her thighs.
I know tonight wasn’t the first time he’s hurt her, not with some of the shit he said. My poor Sunshine.
“Myles.” Her voice is a cracked whisper. When I look up at her, she looks more at peace. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, Sunshine.”
The water is clearer now that most of the blood has been washed away from her lower body. I finish cleaning the last bit of blood from between her thighs, making sure to get everywhere before standing and grabbing shampoo.
“Here, turn around,” I gesture as I pour shampoo onto my hands.
She hums as her body relaxes against mine, and I begin to wash her hair. This strong woman is letting me take care of her, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She hardly knows me…Doesn’t know who I really am…And yet she trusts me at her most vulnerable moment.
The tightness in my chest is coming back. I need to tell her…But what will she think? Will she hate me? She probably won’t even remember who I am…But now’s not the time to think about this. I need to focus on getting her clean and then make sure she’s taken care of.
I rinse her hair and wipe the last bit of blood off her body. The cuts on her back, chest, and throat are still slightly bleeding with the water. I hope to God there is some sort of first aid kit here.
When she turns back toward me and leans against the tile, I can’t help but look at her.
My eyes greedily take in her entire body.
Memorizing it. If this is the only night I have with her like this, I want it to forever be engraved into my memory.
She’s stunning and so fucking perfect. This woman could wear a potato sack and still be the most stunning person in the room.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” she asks. Her cheeks blush as she looks up at me.
“Sorry. I was lost in thought.”
“About?”
“Just how beautiful you are.”
I absent-mindedly reach out, cupping her cheek with my hand. I run my thumb over her cheek, savoring the feeling of her soft skin. I trace the bruises he left on her and curse the universe for not allowing me to kill him myself.
Her delicate fingers wrap around my wrist. She presses her lips against my palm, then my inner wrist. Her lips are hot and electric as they move higher.
When she gets to the sleeve of my shirt, she releases my wrist to grab the torn fabric.
She pulls it the rest of the way off my body before running her fingers along my chest and stomach.
I close my eyes as my breath catches. Her fingers brush just beneath my waistband as she unbuckles my belt and jeans. She slides them down my hips, all while staring up at me with lust-filled eyes.
“Mina, we can’t…”
“Shh.” She stands and places her finger against my lips. She drags her finger, running it down my chest, then along the waist of my boxer briefs. The soaked black fabric clings to my body and does nothing to hide my erection.
Her hand palms me over my boxers as she stands up on her tiptoes to kiss me. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she pulls me tighter against her. She slides her hand inside my boxers and wraps her fingers around me.
“Fuck,” I hiss. My head falls back and hits the tile wall. A moment of clarity hits me. I can’t do this. It’s wrong. This is Mina for Christ’s sake.
But the internal turmoil I’m suffering is quickly silenced as she begins to stroke my cock. Her hand slides up and down as her tongue slips past my lips again. She groans, and it’s taking everything in me not to press her against this wall and fuck her senseless.
I swear she can read my mind. Her leg hitches over my hip and pulls my body tighter against hers.
I break.
I grab the backs of her thighs and lift her. I spin us, pressing her body against the tile. She yelps as her body leans away from the wall. I quickly look at her back. I forgot about the cut along her shoulder blade.
“Fuck, Mina. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay…I just…” Her voice trails off as a deeper shade of red blushes her cheeks.
“What is it, Sunshine? Anything you ask, I’ll do it. Tell me...What do you want?”
She thinks it over for a moment. She chews her bottom lip, and I’m dying to taste her lips again. She finally looks up at me. Those eyes glistening in the spray from the shower head. She’s not just wrapped around my heart…She's managed to become a part of me, embedded into my fucking soul.
Those plump lips finally part and say the words that stab me right in the heart, because they’re the same ones I said to her last night at the club.
“I just want you to make me forget.”
My heart skips a beat, and every thought, worry, or ounce of guilt goes flying out the window.
“Fuck it.”