Still, his hand is pinned to my jaw, keeping me in place. My legs are slung over his hips, feet dangling off the towels on the floor, and my hands are fisted in his leathers.
But Samick is curved over me.
Dragging his other hand down the curve of my waist.
The softness of his lips travel the length of my cheekbone to the shell of my ear, like he’salmosttasting me—but denying himself more than he’s taken.
Denying himself the release pressing against my core.
He’s fighting himself, his urge to fuck me.
But I don’t have the time to wait out his inner battle to take this further.
Not with the man in the threshold, his brow furrowing as—fuck—he raises the shotgun again.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He decides, right in front of me, that I’m… collateral.
So that’s how it feels.
Loathing rushes up inside of me.
I would do the same to him.
But I won’t go down for him.
My eyes burn with rage.
I throw my head to the side, like I’m burrowing into Samick’s chest, and the word screeches out of me—
“Gun!”
The moment—the exact fucking second—I speak, the world tilts.
The blast of the shotgun throws a confetti of metal shards at us—and the water falling down on me suddenly halts, it turns to fucking icicles that dart towards the shrapnel.
Samick moves so fast that everything shudders for a fractured moment in time, a moment of frost rising up around me. I whirl with his movements, until I hit the wet floor and go sliding around the shower post in a curve.
The stand of taps and pipes conceals me.
But I still feel utterly exposed—and the panic is pumping through me, cold.
The heels of my feet splash on the puddle of water. I kick myself back to huddle against the cold metal pipes just as another blast echoes through the room and bounces off the hard, cold walls.
My teeth bare, gritted against the freezing air swirling around me and the clatter of the shotgun.
The clatter ends with a curt grunt—
Then a gurgling sound that has my hands slapping to my ears.
I cringe into myself.
Knees drawn up to my chest, I drop my face and wait out the noise—fucking hell, the sound of it.
I don’t look around the post.
I don’t know exactly what Samick is doing to that man. But I hear enough.
