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She shook her head, taking a step toward me. “White didn’t touch me. No one did.”
My gut knotted. Was it on my face; the fear eating me up? Did she think I didn’t want to touch her myself anymore?
“I think he was more about emotional power games than physical ones,” she went on. “That’s why he made me change out of my wedding dress. And answer the door when you arrived. He knew you’d lose it seeing me like that.” A dry chuckle fell from her. “He was freaking out when you made it to the front door unconfronted and alone, by the way. That was the only time I ever saw anything but smug condescension on his face.”
A bleak sense of triumph licked through me. I’d made him scared. Good.
She took another step toward me. The faintest hint of her perfume threaded into my breath. My cock pulsed in my tuxedo pants.
“He wanted to get in your head, Lucas. Fuck you up. Defeat you before the fight began.”
“He almost did,” I confessed. “Seeing you there, knowing I hadn’t been the one to undress you… It almost drove me insane.”
“He didn’t touch me,” she said a third time. “Didn’t even stay in the room while I changed. I was alone. And when his lackies brought in Mom and Dad, and Fluffy and Tannah…” She shrugged. “I think they were just brought in to control you even more.”
I let out a snort. “Lot of effort for one dumb-as-fuck fighter.”
“Shut the fuck up, Pratt,” she said, closing the distance between us.
She fisted her hands in my hair, pulled my head down to hers and kissed me.
A hungry, demanding kiss I gladly surrendered to.
I grabbed her ass cheeks and slammed her hips to mine. Spun around and pinned her to the wall.
I kissed her. Fucked her mouth with my tongue.
And when her moans vibrated through her body into mine, when my cock was so hard I was in physical pain, when I knew I was about to lose control, I tore my lips from hers and stepped backward.
“We both need to shower,” I rasped.
Breath bursting from her in shallow pants, she rolled her eyes. “You’re right. You do look like you’re wearing an earring made from crusty blood, right now.”
I swiped at my earlobe, the sting and scratchy sensation reminding me White had almost shot me in the head.
“Plus,” she went on, crinkling her nose even as a devilish light danced in her eyes, “you’re all stinky from beating the crap out of Aloysius White.”
I looked down at my tuxedo pants and white shirt. Both had definitely seen better days. “Do you think Fluffy will get his deposit back on the tux?”
She laughed and held out her right hand, fingers wriggling. “Come shower with me, Lucas Pratt. I want to get real dirty with you as we clean up.”
I went and showered with her.
Of course, I wasn’t going to fucking say no.
I stripped the corset from her body, forcing my hands and fingers to be slow, gentle.
When she was completely naked, I dropped a soft kiss on her lips, turned on the water, and watched her step under its stream.
I removed my own clothes and joined her, shampooed her hair, soaped up her entire body with the tiny complimentary soap.
Every time my gaze found hers, she smiled. She didn’t have to tell me what she was thinking, I could see it in her eyes: Hurry up and fuck me, Pratt.
Cock jutting upright, harder than ever, I washed myself.
“Can I…” she asked, reaching for my dick.
She wrapped her fingers around my length before I could stop her.
