“Then why were you hiding it?” I counter.
Sure, I drink here and there, though I could go without picking up another drink if I had to quit.
We all choose to feed our demons differently.
“I want you sober today,” I tell her.
She looks up at me through her lashes, and I can’t wait to bury myself inside her.
I grab the soap and washcloth she has hanging over the faucet. “Turn around,” I tell her. She pulls her knees to her chest and spins to face the other way, giving me her back. I start to wash it, taking my time, letting my hands learn her body, the way it flexes as she moves, and the way she moans when I reach around to wash her neck.
My girl is desperate, and so am I.
“Fuucckkk,” she groans, dropping her head back while my tatted fingers tighten. I feel her swallow against them.
“Feel good?” I ask, smirking.
Her heavy lashes open, and she looks up at me through them while Ismile down at her. I reach my free hand around and start to play with her breast as her hips rock back and forth, causing the water to slosh around.
“What do you want, Eve?” I ask, dropping my hand from her neck.
She sucks in a breath and answers, “You.”
I smile but continue washing her. I enjoyed giving her a bath late last night, getting to take care of her. She didn’t need another one this morning, but I wanted to touch her again to see just how worked up I can get her.
After rinsing her off, I help her out of the tub, and she spots my bag on the counter. She was too busy downing her vodka to realize I brought it in here with me.
“What’s in there?” she asks.
I turn her to face me. “How do you like to be fucked?”
She blinks, her wet lashes fanning her cheeks at my question. “I, uh…” She looks around, caught off guard by my question.
“Tell me, Eve. What do you like?” I want her to think she has a little control over what I’m about to do to her. I’ve controlled every other encounter we’ve had, and this will be no different, but I also want her to trust me. I’m not here to hurt her.
Licking her lips, she whispers, “I like how you play with me.”
“And when I restrain you. What do you like?”
She blushes, dropping her gaze to the floor. This woman is a fucking hurricane, but when it comes to the bedroom, she’s a timid little animal. She’s ashamed to enjoy sex. I’m going to show her how good it can be.
“Rope, chains, cuffs? What is it, Eve?” I urge, pushing some loose strands behind her ear.
She glances up at me, and I step into her. “This isn’t about punishment or degrading you, angel. It’s about pleasing you. So tell me what you like.”
I want her to feel safe with me, even if I have bad intentions. Because when it comes down to it, I will do whatever it takes to make her mine. Eve thinks this is all about sex—and sex is a part of it—but I’m looking at our future, planning out the rest of our lives.
“I like it when it hurts,” she says softly.
I’m well aware that my girl is a pain slut. “I like it when you beg,” I tell her, wanting her to realize if she opens up to me, I’ll open up to her. She gives; I give.
There’s a reason she doesn’t want to go to Bill’s wedding reception with me, and I’ll let her think she won by not revealing that secret, but I will get what I want. She will be my date.
Her green eyes meet mine, and there isn’t an ounce of doubt or fear in them when she says, “I like how good you make me feel. When you touch me, my mind is quiet.”
She likes to follow. Be told what to do. I’m not surprised, but to hear her say that gives me pride. Especially after Adam told me she doesn’t have sex.
“Good girl,” I tell her. “For being honest.”
