I don’t argue. His other hand opens and closes at his side.
“Touch me if you want,” I whisper.
His hand comes up. The back of his fingers skate across my cheek as I circle the washcloth over his tattooed chest. There’s a dagger through a black heart over his heart. Tears prick the backs of my eyes. It’s new and I refuse to ask if it has something to do with me.
Nico stares at me with so much intensity. I want to fall in his arms and beg him to never hurt me again. I place the cloth in his hand and sit on the bench behind him.
You don’t cry for anyone anymore.
I want to run. And never look back. After today I can’t see him again.
The back of my hair is soaked.Shit.
I watch as he continues washing his body.
The man looks like he’s on a video shoot for Play Girl.
I stand, take the washcloth from him, and wash his back.
He groans. He likes it. He always takes care of me, and I don’t take care of him. Pushing my worry aside I focus on washing his body with the care he deserves.
“Nico?”
Yes?”
“At the gym earlier, that was nice.”
He turns to me and his lips curl into a smile. “It sure the fuck was.”
He appears so happy about being my knight in shining armor again.
Nico rinses the soap off his body.
“Can’t wait until we take care of him once and for all.”
I sigh. “I know.”
He takes the washcloth from my grip and throws it onto the bench. He places his large hands on my thighs and hoists me up. My back presses against the cool dark tiles.
“Now I’m going to make you feel better.”
I laugh. “The two orgasms made me feel fucking spectacular.”
I try to hold the happiness but seeing the dagger over his heart brings me pain. Does he still love me?
With one arm around his neck, I grip his dick with the other between us, and guide it inside my pussy.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I mutter adjusting to his large size again.
His eyes squeeze shut as he pushes deeper and deeper. This man was created by the gods. He’s so breathtakingly beautiful. I want to stare at him all day, but it goes against what this is. Our sex arrangement. His lips take mine hard, teeth clashing as our heads move every which way like we’re trying to eat each other alive.
“Fuck, Nico,” I cry between our frantic kisses.
“I can’t wait to fill your pussy with my cum.”
My fingers curl around his big neck, and my teeth dig into his shoulder as he fucks me mercilessly. “I want them all dead,” I mumble.
“I know, Serenity.”
