But when I open my eyes—
It isn’t the masked man I see in my mind anymore.
It’s Lex.
Lex’s voice.
Lex’s height, that same towering frame.
Lex’s stupid midnight hair falling into his eyes.
The image hits me so hard I grip the edge of the shower wall to steady myself.
No.
No, no, no.
Why am I thinking ofhim?
Why does his voice sound exactly like the one that chased me in the dark?
Why does it fit too perfectly?
I swallow again, heart slamming against my ribs.
And the steam suddenly feels suffocating.
I shouldn’t be thinking about Lex like this.
But I can’t stop.
The air was heavy, clinging to my skin like a second layer, the heat pressing in fromall sides as the water pounded down from the rainfall showerhead. My body still hummed from the rough hands that had just been on me – hands that belonged to a man whose face I never saw, only the dark, sleek curve of a mask, the glint of ink peeking from beneath the sleeves of his black hoodie. But in my head, it wasn’t some stranger. It washim.
I leaned back against the cold tile, the contrast making my muscles twitch. My cock, still half-hard from the way he’d used me, twitched as the water sluiced over it. A low groan slipped from my throat, raw and needy.
My fingers curled around my shaft before I could stop myself, my grip loose at first, just testing the weight, the heat. Thememory of his voice – low, rough, commanding – echoed in my skull.
“Take it all, choke on my fucking cock, you slut. Like that. Good boy.”
But in my fantasy, it wasn’t some faceless dom growling in my ear all of those filthy words, that turn me on.
It was him.
The only person I hate.
My tormentor. My bully.
My stepbrother.
My mind decided that it was Lex behind that mask.
The thought alone made my pulse spike, my cock jerking in my fist. I bit mylip hard enough to taste copper, my breath coming faster as I stroked myself, slow and deliberate. The water ran in rivulets down my chest, over the bruises already blooming where his fingers had dug in too hard. My free hand slid up the wall, bracing myself as my hips rolled into my touch. The tile was slick beneath my palm, the grout rough against my fingertips.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my voice breaking.
The image of Lex – tall, broad-shouldered, that smirk that promised trouble – flashed behind my eyelids. I could almost feel his hands replacing mine, his breath hot against the shell of my ear.
“You like that, princess? You like being my little slut?”
