Page 23 of Shattered Souls

“What are you going to do with me?” Her eyes are wild and full of fear as she watches me secure the cuffs around her first wrist. “Are you going to kill me?” Her voice softens.

I shake my head no and she practically deflates with relief.

After securing both hands in the cuffs, I grab the center of the metal and lead her towards my room. The things I’d rather be leading this bare goddess into my room for are fogging my thoughts.

“Please,” She shoves her feet into the ground to try and stop me in my steps, but all she does is catch her foot on the threshold and let out a yelp of pain.

I yank her up by the metal and drag her until we reach my bathroom. I sit her down on the closed toilet and go to turn the shower on. I place the shampoo and conditioner that Seek got her where I can reach it.

I haven’t thought about how this shower was going to go with the handcuffs. But it doesn't matter if it’s me or her cleaning the evidence of her time here off, it needs to happen.

I point into the shower.

“Are you going to take these off?” She holds her arms out.

I shake my head.

“I can’t shower with these on.” The corners of my lips lift at the audacity to sit here and complain when I’m being kind enough to let her shower at all. I yank her off her ass and pull her body flush with mine.

Her eyes widen and her breath hitches. The sound alone makes me second guess this. I should’ve let her rot in her own filth in that room, not open the door to temptation.

Because right now, I’m close to caving in.

I turn us and push her softly into the water.

The water trickles down her swollen chest, dipping down the hollow of her stomach. I’ve never been jealous of fucking water before.

“Are you going to help me?” She eyes me watching her, something lethal in those green pools. I don’t answer her.

Instead, I step forward and grab the pink loofah that Seek bought for her. I wet it and squeeze an ungodly amount of the peach body wash onto it. She holds her bound wrists out, and I take the hint to start with her arms.

“Why won’t you speak to me?” She watches me with the same puzzled look I was giving her minutes before. My whole body feels heavy and foreign under her gaze. “You’re usually too chatty. Why the change?”

My lip upturns.

Fuck, she doesn’t recognize me without the muzzle.

I bring the suds to her collarbone and wash her chest. When I reach her breasts she sucks her lip between her teeth. I have to think of literally anything else to avoid busting in my pants.

I know that it’s gonna be a long night with only my fucking hand to relieve the tension.

“What? A grown man can’t handle touching my tit?” She laughs at me.

I step closer to her, my face coming under the shower light fully. She cranes her head up to get a good look at me. To really look at me.

Her slightly upturned nose paired with her pink and puffy lips are primally beautiful. She’s something I’ve never gotten the chance to see and admire this close. An eternal beauty that’s meant to be displayed in a museum. Not to mention the feeling she gives my quiet chest.

“Hyde?” Her hands come up to swipe water from my cheek bone. “Is that you?”

I can’t control my fingers as they return her kindness by softly stroking across her bottom lip. I nod my head.

The cold blooded killer she saw the other night is gone. Right here, right now, all that remains is the man that wants but can never have. The man that stole her for his own selfish obsession and plans to never let her leave.

“Why did you take me?” Her hands return to her front.

I lift my hand.

MINE