This is exactly what the doctor had warned me against. I open the drawer with the medicine, and I take the pills he'd prescribed.
"Easy, little tigress," I whisper, helping her up so she can swallow the pills. She's not protesting this time, and when her eyes open they are dull with pain.
"Cold," she says in a whimper that breaks my heart. I quickly take a pair of scissors and cut the shirt off her body, avoiding the injured area to the best of my ability. Then I take off her pants, leaving only her underwear on.
Heading to the bathroom, I fill a basin with water and bring it to her side, using a cloth to gently wipe the sweat off her skin.
"No… no, please no." Her hand pushes at me, her skin covered in goosebumps from the cold. My eyes glaze over her pretty tits, her nipples erect and standing at attention.
Damn…
I swallow. Hard.
"Please…" I deposit the basin on the floor, leaving the cloth inside. Standing up, I strip, remaining only in my underwear, and join her on the bed.
Skin-to-skin contact is the best way to warm someone up, supposedly. In this case, I'll take that as truth.
I turn her onto her good side and bring her close to my skin. My arm sneaks around her waist to keep her flush against me. Her nipples brush against my naked chest, and I close my eyes, willing myself to calm down.
"Oh," she moans softly, still shivering. She burrows closer to me, and she throws her leg over my body.
Fuck!
That sudden movement just brought her center into contact with my already rigid cock, and I have to grit my teeth in frustration.
This is what I get for trying to be helpful.
She seems to have found her position, and soon she's fast asleep. I hold on to her, and at some point, I drift off too.
It's morning when I'm woken up by a female shriek. I open my eyes to a terrified Allegra clutching the sheet to her chest, her eyes full of tears.
"Please tell me you didn't…" She trails off, and any attempt I might have made at a joke is quickly forgotten. She looks so heartbroken that I can't find it in me to taunt her anymore.
"Nothing happened," I say, standing up. "You were running a fever, and I warmed you up."
"Naked?" She raises an eyebrow at me, but I don't miss the way her eyes dip down my body before coming right back up.
"Sure, what better way to heal you than with my godly body?" I give her a lopsided smile, and the sadness seems to melt away from her eyes, replaced with pure anger.
I think I prefer the anger.
"Get out!" she yells at me, throwing a pillow at my retreating figure.
It seems she's finally on her way to recovery. And it's the best time to put my plan into motion.
13
ALLEGRA
I may have misjudgedthe devil. Maybe he feels guilty because I took a bullet meant for him, but he's been on his best behavior.
After my initial period of convalescence, the pain in my arm has subsided to a bearable amount. I'd even mustered the courage to look at the wound, and while the doctor had stitched it well, itwillleave a scar.
One side effect of the healing process, though, has been that I'm always sleepy. I don't know how many hours a day I sleep, but I've started losing track of time, each day blending into the next.
After the bed incident, Enzo hasn't tried to take advantage of me again. He still brings me soup every day and helps me with my medicine, but he's asked an older woman on his staff to help me with bathing and dressing. Even his taunts have stopped, and I don't know if I should be worried or not.
"The doctor is here to remove your stitches." His words bring me back to reality. I'm wearing only a tank top, so the doctor has easy access to my shoulder.
