My gaze snags on a black dresser that does not match the other one in the room, one that I have not seen before. I wonder what he keeps in there.
Tilting my head up, I see that I am in a black wooden four-poster bed.Hmm, that’s new.I frown, then look down my body, seeing that I am encased in black and maroon satin bedding.
Sighing, I pull myself up to a sitting position, then lean against the large headboard, which has intricate carvings. It is stunning. Black curtains frame the windows, and it is still dark outside, so I did not sleep the night away.
Where is Thorin?
Did he dump me here and leave to feed to get rid of his pent-up tension? My stomach churns with the thought.
He always fucked or fed when he was stressed, frustrated, or angry. Hell, he did it just to get a rise out of me.
My chest aches, picturing him in here with the many women he used to cause me pain. Fuck, I cannot be in here.
Even with the new bed and furniture, I can still feel the women here.
Slowly swinging my legs over the side of the bed, my feet drop to touch the soft material of the rug. That is when I notice that my legs are bare. Scanning my body, I see that I am only wearing my underwear and a T-shirt.
Did Thorin undress me?
Shit.Pulling the material away from my body, I look down and scoff; I am not even wearing matching sexy underwear.
Great.Classy, Delaney.
Groaning, I slip into the bathroom. Switching on the light, I wince at the brightness.
After relieving myself, I move to the vanity to wash my hands and splash cold water on my face. I suck in a breath at the harsh temperature of the water, but I need it to be to bring me out of this fog. Picking up a towel, I dab my face dry, then take the first look in the mirror and my eyes widen, suddenly clear as I stare at myself.
“Oh, fucking hell,” I groan. With my hands bracing on the vanity, I drop my head in embarrassment.
My hair looks like a murder of crows have nested there, and my makeup is looking like it has melted off my face.
Quickly scanning the room, I take in the large shower that has four showerheads. Why? Who needs fucking four showerheads? Thorin apparently.
Dark green tile covers every space in there, with black showerheads and handles.Fancy.Not knowing how long Thorin will be gone, I take advantage and pull the T-shirt over my head, making light work of my underwear and jump into the shower.
The knobs confuse me, so I twist them all and they all turn on at the same time. Like rain in the Amazon rainforest, the water cascades over my body.
Sighing, I wash my hair and body quickly, savoring the scent that is all Thorin. Earthy and oil, I love it. My body tingles with delight, then without warning, a flash of other naked women being in here streaks through my head.
“Fuck.” I sigh.
This is why we can’t have nice things, or get what we want.
Using a big black fluffy towel, I dry off, slipping the T-shirt over my head, sans underwear because no one likes to put on dirty underwear.Ew, gross.
Wielding the same towel, I dry my hair, then step back into the room before my feet stop working. There, sitting on his bed, is Thorin. The man who likes to excite, hurt, and confuse me.
“How are you feeling?” He looks up at me.
His voice is deep, with a hint of darkness, as his dark gaze roams over me. Starting with my bare legs, his eyes move up over my body, lingering on my chest as my nipples peak against the material, then slowly move to my face.
My body heats up from his gaze, making my knees weak. Still, I try to not show him what he does to me, but his nostrils flare, and I know he can smell how much I like him looking at me.
“Better now that I had a shower.” I cross my arms.
“Good.” He nods. “Do you remember what happened?” My turn to nod.
“Yes.” I move to lean back against the dresser, my eyes catching on the twinkle of the gem in the dagger that sits on top.
