I mean, I didn’t exactly rent this place, but what the owners don’t know won’t hurt them. I wasn’t taking her to a hotel, where someone else might see her in this state. No, only I’m permitted to see her in such a disheveled state, with my cum running down her legs.
“I can walk myself, you know.” She gives me a pointed look.
“Here I was, hoping you couldn’t walk for days. You wound my ego,” I say as I lower her onto my knee so I can lean over the clawfoot bathtub to run the hot water.
“I doubt your ego could ever take a hit.” She chuckles as she wriggles from my hold and then steps to the sink. Her jaw drops when she sees her reflection in the mirror. “Oh my fucking God! I look like I just came out of a horror movie,” she exclaims as she begins vigorously wiping at the mascara streaked under her eyes.
I come up behind her, wrapping my arms around her midsection, and press a kiss to her cheek. “I’d fuck you even while you have a paper bag over your head.”
I hiss when her elbow connects with my stomach, then let out a huff of a laugh, kissing her once more before going back into the living area to start the fire. She leans against the doorframe, with arms crossed over her chest, watching me.
“You seem to know how to woo a girl. Fucking her in the mud and all, then running a bath and starting a fire.”
“I’ve never tried to woo a woman once in my life, sweetheart, and you’re the only woman I’ve fucked in the mud. You shouldfeel special,” I reply, looking over my shoulder as I spark a flame to the wood.
She rolls her eyes. She’s so beautiful. More than I could’ve ever imagined for myself. I never thought of having a woman I'd want to claim, but now she’s in front of me, and she’s fucking perfect in every way.
“How did you know where I was?” she asks.
“Your mother.”
“You saw my mother?” She doesn’t seem too impressed.
I arch an eyebrow. “Of course. Your mother loves me. I’ll have you know that it’s common practice to bug phones and set up cameras, to ensure your safety, but I’ve been very chivalrous in gaining my information old school.”
“That’s not chivalrous, and all that other shit is psychopathic behavior.”
We’ll settle on disagreeing. “When I came here, I assumed finding you at the closest bar was my best bet.”
She glares at me for a moment longer, then I confess, “Okay, perhaps I put a tracker on your phone, and it didn’t work since your phone's off, but I haven’t set up cameras in the apartment.Yet.”
Romi throws her hands up in the air. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I’m thorough. There’s a difference,” I say as I stand. Her eyes roam over my chest and stomach, then stop at the blood soaked through my jeans.
“I’m sorry I shot you,” she says quietly.
“I’m not.” I walk over and stop in front of her. “On the contrary, my love, I fucking love it.”
She opens her mouth and then closes it again. I don’t know if Romi will ever fully understand or accept my depravities. And she doesn’t have to, as long as she doesn’t try to flee. It’s the only time my more barbaric self truly loses control. Because not having her in my life is not an option any longer.
I back her toward the bathtub, removing her clothes once again. A few red marks in the shape of my fingers are starting to appear on her throat from where I’d pinned her into submission, and splotches of mud mar her perfect skin.
“Will you join me?” she asks, then hisses as she lowers into the hot water.
“No, I’ll wait until after so I can patch up my leg, but I’m here,” I tell her as I grab a small cloth that I can wash her with. Her expression sours again as she looks at my leg. She sinks into the water, and I smirk as she looks at me as if I’ve grown a second head.
I don’t know why it seems so strange to her. I’ve been looking after her ever since I moved into the apartment. At first, I did it to make a favorable impression, but then it became a habit. Iwantedto look after her.
“What did you do to the men back there?”
“Do you want the detailed explanation? I’m more than happy to share my methods. I won’t hide who I am from you, but if it doesn’t go well with your moral compass, I can always just say… It’s been dealt with.”
She stiffens, but I won’t apologize for it. If anything, it only pisses me off that she’s giving those men an afterthought. Obviously, I didn’t fuck her hard enough if she's still able to think of any other man.
She doesn’t ask about them again. A small shift happens in my chest. I wonder if it has something to do with finding someone who might not necessarily understand this part of me—the one that thirsts for the hunt like an animal—but accepts it anyway. I've never had that before. Not even Lorenzo, my only remaining family, has granted me that acceptance.
“What did my mother say to you?” she asks quietly, pulling her knees to her chest so she can rest her head on them.
