Blyat. I’m going soft.
Except I’mnot. My cock’s hard again. A grunt rips out of me, low, rough.
I should brush it off. Tell her I only did what had to be done. Instead, I reach for the soap. Work up a lather. My hands smooth it down her shoulders, over her arms. Her skin shivers under my touch—wet, warm, too easy to want.
“You’ll need self-defense,” I mutter, more to myself than her, fingers dragging slowly over the curve of her bicep.
She lets out a cracked laugh. “Self-defense? Me? I can’t even keep a cactus alive. I’m not strong, Anton. Not like—”
Her body goes still. She stares up at me. Those hazel eyes fix on mine, wide, glistening. She looks small, caught. A little scared.
“Stop.” I grab her wrist, firm but steady, pinning it to the shower wall. “If you keep tearing yourself down, you’ll do the enemy’s work for them. You understand me? They’ll never need to break you… because you’ll have already done it yourself.”
Her lips part. A breath shudders out, then another. Tears blur with the water streaming down her cheeks, but I see them anyway. She nods, fast, like she’s agreeing just to breathe again.
Something in me twists, a sharp tug I shouldn’t feel.
I want to kiss her, claim her mouth, and it’s a fucking problem, wanting her this much. My thumb brushes her jaw, slick with soap, and I lean in. Our mouths crash together under the roar of the water, heat spilling through me.
She whimpers into me, kissing back like she doesn’t care that she’s crying, like she doesn’t care that we’re both already ruined. My hands roam over her silken skin, down her waist, dragging her closer.
Her body presses flush to mine, and she stiffens when she feels me.
Her eyes widen, cheeks flushing as she looks down at my cock.
“Oh, my God, but you just…”
A groan tears out of me, rough, guttural. I grind against her belly, steel-hard, my body betraying every lie I’ve told myself.
“You do this to me, Mary,” I say, gripping my cock, rubbing the head against her clit, slow and deliberate.
She jolts, a sharp gasp ripping out, her hips bucking, lust flashing through her trembling body. Her pussy’s slick, soaking my cock under the water, and fuck, I want to bury myself in her again.
“Spread your legs,” I demand.
“Anton…” she breathes, but it breaks off when I lean close, my lips grazing her ear.
“You think I’m done with you?” I whisper. “Mary, I haven’t even started.”
“But…”
I stroke my cock once and slide against her clit again, making her moan, “Mmmph,” her hands clutching my arms.
“Be a good girl now,” I growl, forcing my hand between her thighs. I shove a finger deep into her pussy, feel her clench tight around me, hear her gasp.
Her head tips back against the tile, steam curling around her. Water runs over her face, dripping from her lashes. Her lips part, chest heaving against mine, every breath shallow. She’s pinned between the wall and my body, trying to hold it together, but she can’t—not with my hand working between her thighs, rubbing her exactly where she breaks.
“No more running,” I tell her. I shove another finger inside her, rough, deep. She gasps, nails biting into my shoulders. “No more playing small. You’ll be a good girl from now on.”
Her hips jerk against me, clenching hard around my hand. “Anton—”
“Say it.” My thumb circles her clit, steady, merciless.
“Yes,” she pants.
I curl my fingers, make her sob. “Louder.”
“Yes!”
