“Shower?”
I nod, too drunk from sensation to trust my voice.
The shower is large and just as immaculately clean as the room connected to it. Marble tile covers the floor and walls. A tub sizable enough for two sits in one corner. I look forward to the day we make use of that lovely fixture, but the star is the enclosed glass shower taking up the opposite corner and then some. It is elegant in its simplicity, with three powerful jets raining down from either side and one in the ceiling.
Steam clouds billow around us, making the air warm and fragrant. Zane begins to undress, and God, he’s remarkable. His scars mark a pathway through our history, and I’m just as marked by him as he has been by me. I hope he find them as beautiful as I do. The bullet hole that nearly took his life is puckered and raised over the pectoral on the left side of his chest. It doesn’t look like much this close to a dose of his serum,but its severity sobers me for a moment. I meet his eyes, and they are vibrant pools filled with longing.
I blush, turning away as his hands reach to unbutton the waist of his pants. What the hell is the matter with me? A gorgeous man wants to take a shower with me. A gorgeous man whose hand I was happily riding mere minutes before. Surely if I could do that, this is nothing.
Warmth pools along my spine as he stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my torso and nuzzling into the hair at the nape of my neck. “I’d love nothing more than to unwrap you like a present.”
I can feel every ridge and line of him through the fabric of my suit, his hard length pressing against the crest of my ass. A shiver races across through me as I let my jacket fall to the floor. Zane traces tingling tracks along my abdomen. Each caress feels better than the next, and before I know it, I’m bare before him.
“You are exquisite, Kaye.”
There’s nothing but admiration in those violet eyes. His chest is chiseled, muscled in the way that only fighters are. Not bulky, but athletic, a body that can move quickly as well as throw a punch. It tapers into fine hips and strong legs. A sparse trail of hair leads the way down his stomach like an arrow pointing to heaven in the form of a defined V and an ample cock as thick as my wrist, standing tall and waiting. My mouth waters just looking at it.
I press a kiss on his shoulder, grazing the skin with my teeth. Then his hands are in my hair, gently fisting the strands near my roots and capturing my bottom lip in a sharp bite.
The glass door closes out all remnants of the outside world. Heat seeps into my weary muscles, the jets providing a massage-like quality. I have only a moment to marvel at that wonderful pressure before Zane presses into my back, bringing us both under the waterfall shower head. Droplets create rivers acrosshis face, catching in the thick fringe of his lashes. His eyes are dark with an almost feral edge simmering just below the surface.
“Poor little Checkmate, alone and at my mercy. What shall I do with you?”
My equilibrium shifts, every cell in my body reacting to the danger in his voice. I shouldn’t like how it feels. My body shouldn’t flush at the thought of being his prey, tracked and trapped, but it does something to me. It’s a game we barely started in the nights leading up to this, but he has been holding himself back. I’ve wanted so badly to return even a fraction of the pleasure he has given to me, and now I finally can. I can give in to my darkest and most forbidden dreams, can admit now how much I craved him. My enemy.
“Charade,” I gasp.
He turns me then, his powerful arms bracketing me in, pulling me against him and keeping me there with one hand across my stomach, the other wrapped around my throat. My back is pressed to his chest, the firm, rigid line of his cock nestled against the cleft of my ass. I whimper, letting myself fall into the role. The game.
Droplets gather on my skin, cool and warm, and I don’t want to consider if the wetness dripping at the apex of my thighs is from that or from him. My skin feels tight, hyperaware and over-sensitive. All I can hear is the song of water against our bodies and the beating of my heart. I’m so focused, so ready and waiting, that the texture of something hot and slick tracing the shell of my ear startles me. He laughs, the soft probing of his tongue quickly followed by a sharp nip of his teeth.
“Relax, Checkmate,” he hums. “You’re safe. And you’re going to doexactlywhat I say, isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” I suck in a breath, as his lips brush the sensitive spot where jaw meets ear. His next words unfurl against my ear and send a spear of pleasure directly to my clit.
“If you want this to stop, all you have to do is say, ‘I surrender.’” He rumbles in a low and menacing voice. “That’s your safe word. Nod if you understand.”
I do as he asks, my heartbeat picking up as I figure out my next move in our fantasy. “You don’t scare me, Charade.”
He smirks against my skin. His fingers tighten briefly around my neck. “We’ll see.”
Anticipation licks at my core, and I know I must be drenched already.
“Palms on the wall,” he commands. “And leave them there.”
A tremble builds in my abdomen and spreads to my knees. His tone brooks no argument, is almost clinical in its force, but still, I answer, “Make me.”
His dick twitches against me, settling somehow harder than before. When he laughs, it reverberates in my chest. Gods, I must be crazy because we both know he can. If he wanted to, he could have me in a boneless, sobbing heap at his feet, too blissed out to move, all with a tendril of his power. It wouldn’t take much, not with the amount of skin that is touching him.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My power sinking into you, making you my sweet little fuck-puppet tied up in my strings, and all the while you could keep your precious virtues about you. As tempting as that sounds, little martyr, when you’re screaming in pleasure and begging for my cock it will be your words coming from your mouth, not mine. I’m not just going to fuck you—I’m going tocorruptyou. Now put your hands on the wall and don’t move.”
I do it slowly, and the coolness of the tiles, the moisture gathering there, is a relief from how hot I feel. His grip eases ever so slightly as I move, adjusting with me as I bend.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises. “Spread those legs for me, let me get a look at that pretty pussy.”
My face burns as I follow the command. His hand on my hip has kept me firmly in place. I keep my arms as straight as possible against the wall, but even being bent at this shallow angle feels obscene. I’m presenting my ass like a bitch in heat.
“So obedient,” he hums, his fingers leaving my neck to trail down my spine, goose bumps blooming in their wake. I jerk as he continues on to the seam of my ass, his fingers splaying wide to palm a cheek. “Do you know how much trouble you’ve caused me over the years? How you’ve taunted me? How many nights I have lain awake, my head filled with forbidden thoughts of you?”
