“Katerina!” he growls my name, and I can’t stop the shiver up my spine.
“I’m sorry!” I frantically say, avoiding eye contact.
“Why are you in here?” he growls.
“I thought…” I can’t finish the sentence because my eyes drop. I follow the beads of water as they flow down his thick neck, across his massive shoulders and pecs, down his defined abs, veiny arms, to the hand that holds his rigid length.
The hand that is still gripping his cock.
Still stroking.
I can’t concentrate on anything.
It’s like I’ve short-circuited.
This is the first time I’ve ever seen a man naked. And it’s hotter than I thought. Or maybe that’s just the steam from the shower turning me red.
“Thought what?” he probes as he continues his slow strokes.
“I thought you were injured,” I finally spit out. My whole body is reacting. I need to get out of here.
“I am injured. You injured me.” His reminder has my gaze shifting to his thigh. The suture is bold and ugly. For a moment, I feel guilty.
“I’m just… I’m going to go.” I point at the exit and turn on my heels, ready to make a run for it.
“You’re running away? After everything we’ve been through, what scares you is my cock, little doll?” He laughs darkly, and his eyes challenge me.
“I’m not scared,” I lie through my teeth. But he’s right. The monster between his legs terrifies me. I’m in uncharted territory.
“Then stay and watch what you do to me.” He raises a brow and grins. He knows he has me cornered.
“Fine,” I say, then sit on the edge of the tub across from the shower. If I’m staying for the show, I might as well get a front row seat.
I’m hoping my presence will make him uncomfortable. I’m hoping that if I maintain eye contact, he’ll feel guilty and stop.
But it seems to be doing the opposite.
His corded muscles flex as he grips his cock. His motions are controlled, just as I’d expect from him. His eyes never leave mine, and when he hisses out my name again, I realize my plan isn’t working.
Something diabolical enters my mind. He’s challenging me. But maybe I can challenge him back.
I’m emboldened by his nudity. If he can prance around exposed in front of me, then so can I.
I move my long hair out of the way over my shoulder and find the zipper at my back. He pauses when I stand.
“What are you doing?” His rushed question only spurs me on.
I just grin and wink at him.
I shrug off the hideous dress and let it pool at my feet. I’m left in a matching pink set. I wouldn’t think boy shorts and a plain bra could be sexy, but the way his movements become erratic, the way he seems to lose his control, tells me otherwise.
“Fuck, Katerina. Take it off. All of it. Now!” Dominic’s demand is hoarse. He sounds tortured.
I just smirk and sit back on the edge of the tub.
“I don’t take orders from you, husband,” I mock him as I spread my legs. Even though I’m covered, I feel so exposed. But I don’t let him see my vulnerability.
“Take if off, wife,” he growls. I can tell he’s pissed, and my control over his normally composed demeanor floods me with power.
