“He didn’t have to be so dramatic,” I groused.
Tucking myself under the blanket, as far to one side as I could go without falling off, I turned my back to the bathroom door, determined to fall asleep.
***
I did not sleep.
The sexual frustration increased by the minute. I kept my body locked and rigid. Any small shift sent a rush of heat coursing through me.
Liam was equally still. From the moment he slid into bed, he didn’t move. Only the soft sound of his breathing told me he was there. There was so much space between us.
Maybe it had been an hour. Maybe two.
But I’d had enough.
Kicking back the covers, I stalked to the bathroom, closed the door most of the way shut, and leaned against the sink. My body was a livewire. My skin crackled with energy. Sparks snapped in the most inconvenient places.
If I didn’t do something about it, I wouldn’t sleep.
As I brushed my fingers over my sleeper tee, my uncontrolled gaze lifted to the mirror. It focused on the reflection of the bedroom through the cracked door.
Why hadn’t I shut the damn thing?
I still could.
I didn’t.
That man was likely possessed. With no prior warning, he’d simply marched into the bedroom and lit the mattress on fire. What kind of beast did that?
One that turns you on….
I squeezed my eyes shut, clenched my jaw, and slid my hand into my shorts. My pussy was drenched. What did that make me? To be turned on by the unprovoked destruction of the guest room. To relish in the primal display of masculinity.
Liam wanted me. He took me.
It was that freaking simple.
But he wasn’t going to touch me, not unless I asked. And I was too damn mad to ask.
Which was why I was standing in the bathroom, rubbing my fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Pleasure ebbed through my veins. But…something was missing.
I relaxed my mind and gave up. Images of the giant beast railing me with his thick, hard, smooth cock flooded my mind.
My exhale was long. The muscles inside clenched. Pleasure coiled deep in my core.
“You’re such a dirty little thing,” a seductive, velvety voice murmured from the door.
With a squeak, I straightened instantly, pulled my hand away, and spun around.
“Don’t stop on my account.” Liam pushed the door open.
“Get out.”
He cocked his head to the side. He wasn’t…he wasn’t wearing his mask! But the dark room only made his outline visible in the shadows.
“No.” He leaned against the frame and crossed his arms over his chest. “No, I think I’m going to watch.”
