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“Blais, what was that?” she asks, trying to reach out for me again.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” I distance myself from her, pacing across the tiny cell. She doesn’t move, her back still pressed against the concrete wall, staring at me with wide eyes.
“Are you okay?” Her tone is genuine, and I don’t fucking like it. It reminds me of everything I hate.
“Just shut the fuck up for a second. Fucking stay put, right where you are,” I demand with a growl.
Fuck, I need one of the guys to come down here. I need them to get me out of here. My throat feels itchy, I can’t help but scratch it. It feels like I’m suffocating.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Looking over my shoulder, I see the stunned look on her face. The only Blais she really knows is the light-hearted, easy-going flirt. Not the one that can’t handle an intimate touch. Not the one that has mommy and daddy issues. Not the one so fucked up in the head he snaps from the smallest touch.
“I didn’t mean to make you mad,” she says calmly. She looks shocked, but she doesn’t look scared. It’s like she’s used to this type of reaction.Interesting.She doesn’t move, but at least she’s not looking at me with disgust from my anger.
“Let’s just sit down.” She moves over to the bed, and pats the empty spot beside her. I take this opportunity to pass her and leave the cell before I do something I’ll regret. I can’t be in here with her right now. I don’t know what I’ll do to her if I stay, and I won’t risk it. Not like this.
As soon as I slip the key in the door to unlock it, I hear her soft voice. “Wait.”
My shoulders tense as I let out a loud groan. “What?”
“Can you take me to shower? I feel disgusting. Please.” She actually said please for once and now I’m the one who’s shocked. I should tell her no. I should just walk out of here before something else happens that sets me over the edge. Staying around her is like playing with fire; one of us is bound to get burned.
Fuck it. I guess she can have a shower.
“Yeah, let’s go,” I say, waiting for her to get up from the bed. I try to control my breathing, relaxing as much as I can in her presence.
I grab onto her arm, leading her down the hallway. There’s a difference between when I touch her and when she touches me. If I initiate the contact and I’m the one in control of it, it doesn’t bother me. But it’s the contact that I didn’t ask for, that I don’t want, that catches me off guard. Those are the kinds that set me off, reminding me of my past.
Stepping into the bathroom, I lean against the counter while she moves over to the shower turning it on. Her back is to me as she slowly lifts her shirt over her head and drops it to the ground. She’s not wearing a bra so I have a clear view of her perfect back.
Goddamn, she’s beautiful. Her back has a natural curve and her skin is a perfect porcelain. All I can imagine right now is Tony’s blood that was coating her face and neck covering her pale skin so beautifully.
I want to go back to the day she was painted red from my torture. She was fucking stunning covered in her own blood, but maybe one day I can paint her in hers along with mine and the guys’. That would be a beautiful fucking sight to see.
Blood makes everything better.
She looks over her shoulder at me, catching my gaze, her eyes darkening as a small smile plays on her lips. Her hands make their way to the waistband of her sweats as she ever so slowly pulls them down past her hips, to the floor.
I bite my knuckle trying to hold back a groan as her ass bounces while she steps into the shower closing the door behind her.
She’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my life. She doesn’t even have to fucking try and I’m already about to come in my pants.
Kind of like I did when we tortured and killed Tony. Damn, that was fucking amazing.
She turns around in the shower facing me, bringing the soapy loofah between her breasts, circling them. Her eyes never leave me, and I can’t help but watch her movements. Her perky tits sit high on her chest, and I imagine sucking them into my mouth and rolling her nipple between my teeth, before biting her to draw blood.
I watch her run the loofah down her toned stomach, reaching her perfect pussy. She gently massages her folds and tips her head back as a soft gasp escapes her. What I would give to have my tongue licking up all her juices. She’d go fucking nuts, squirming under my touch, with my tongue ring pressing against her clit. I wonder what she’d sound like screaming my name while she comes.
Fuck me.
I need this woman.
My cock hardens and a deep groan leaves my body as she brings her head back up. A small smirk plays on her lips completely aware of the effect she has on me. She’s taunting me with her body, reminding me of the control she has over me.
I shouldn’t be down here, watching her like this. I already have an obsession and this is only making it worse. I know how I get when I’m entranced—I’m not that clueless. I know my depravity overpowers my ability to control myself. I know just how many limits I can push, teetering on the line of taking things too far. Sometimes it gets too out of control, but it won’t happen with her. It can’t happen with her.
Ace would be pissed if he knew I was lusting over her in the shower.
