Chapter after chapter, the words of the book crawl into my ears and settle into my soul. Frankenstein's poor, poor monster. He just wants a companion. Just...just like Amos. Just like I do. But—
"You ready for bed, babe?" His voice cracks on a yawn.
"Yeah, I am a little tired." Though we didn't do much, it was still a long day. The closer we get to the room, though, the more nervous I become. Is Amos going to do anything to me?
"I'm justgonnagrab a quick shower," I say, awkwardly grabbing my stuff and darting through to the bathroom. Just as the door's about to catch, pressure from the other side stops me. Through the gap, I see his arctic blue eyes.
"Me, too," comes his reply as he shoulders his way in.
Okay. Guess that answers part of my question. He starts the shower and strips off. "Come on, Mercy. Nice and warm already."
I really don't want to get naked in front of him.PlusI have to take my tampon out and get cleanish before I get in the shower. My legs cross as I internally hem and haw over what to do before finally moving to the toilet.
"Whatchadoing, baby?"
I jump. Good God, he's right behind me! "I have to...totakemytamponout."
My words leave me in a rush, embarrassment washing over me. Can't the man let me have a moment of privacy for this?
"I'll do it. Take your clothes off."
Firsthe wants to watch me put it in and now he wants to take it out for me? "Can I use one of the other bathrooms?" I doubt he’ll let me, but I at least need to ask.
"Mercy, Mercy, Mercy," he tsks from behind me. My heart sinks because I know that meansno. "Come on, baby."
I can't. I physically can't make myself do it.
Amos sighs, then undresses me like I'm a living doll, prying my arms up and legs apart. Once everything's off, his arms wrap around me from behind, chest flush against my back, and cross my stomach.
"Straddle the toilet." I have no choice but to obey because he bumps his naked lower body against mine, forcing me to stumble forward. Gah, this is so awkward!
His hand wanders from my abdomen to my pussy, lightly skimming my flesh. Fingers gently tickle my sensitive lower lips as he searches for the string, then slowly pulls it out of me and raises it in the air. "Do you know why I find this so sexy, Mercy?"
A bloody tampon?
"It’s sexy," he continues as it sways in front of me, "because it’s proof of your femininity. A sign of your potential fertility."
Ha. If he only knew. The blood on it means absolutely nothing except a defective egg.
"And do you know what the sight of this makes me want to do?"
Three guesses, and the last two don’t count, that it’s something sexual. "Throw it away and wash your hands?"
A throaty chuckle vibrates my naked back. "You’re so funny. Besides that. Makes mewannathrow you down on that bed and fill you with my seed. Drown your cunt with it until I make you pregnant."
He tosses the tampon in the trash and frames my belly with his hands. "Can you see it, Mercy? Imagine this sweet belly swollen with my baby inside of you. Every morning, you’d wake up with my face between your thighs. For lunch, I’d massage you all over before sending you off to nap with an orgasm. And each night, I’d rub your sore feet. Take you nice and slow, nice and sweet. Unless you wanted me to be rough with you. Primal. Like an alpha taking his mate. Make you feel so good, baby."
My knees tremble and I collapse back against his chest, trying to ignore his cock sandwiched between us. Good God, he’s making me want the picture he’s painting. To be loved by someone, to create a family. I’d never be alone again. I’d give my children every bit of the love I craved growing up and more.
If only I could get pregnant.
"I think..."—I pull away and face him, carefully clearing my throat—"I think I’mgonnatake that shower now." Before blood runs down my legs. I can tell by his expression that he wants me to respond to his words, but I can’t process that right now.
We silently get in the shower. I wish he’d go to one of those other bathrooms, but I know he wouldn’t. Not even if I asked him.SoI turn my back to him and try to stay on one side. Easy enough in theory since each side has its own sets of shower heads.
But as soon as I finish shaving, warm hands fall on my hips. I knew it. Can’t even get twofreakin' minutes to myself to think. "I’m going to go to the other shower. I...Ican’t even think, Amos!"
I grab the shower door, ready to walk naked to another bathroom if I have to—even at the risk of leaving droplets of blood all over his clean floors—and slide it open. It barely moves an inch before a hand on my arm whirls me around. Angry eyes meet even angrier eyes. He almost looks...offended. Hurt, even.
