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“Revenge.”
My brows furrow, my eyes observing his careful movements as he rinses the knife and dries it with a towel. He puts it back in the drawer and turns to me, his hands on the counter, his backside resting against it. I watch his tattooed fingers tap against the white marble as I observe him observing me.
“You must be so wet right now.” He tells me this in the simplest way possible. No shame, no holding back.
My only reflex in return is to look down at his crotch. His hard dick is pressing against his black jeans.
“I’m not doing anything with you,” I scoff. “I’m notthatdesperate.”
“Of course not.” His British accent concludes in a tight ‘o’ and a sharp ‘t’.
Watching Rose ride Lik’s dick was torture, but it doesn’t mean I’m any more sexually attracted to Sam than I was before. I know there is something slithering its way between him and me. I know it’s mighty and emotional. But it isn’t sexual attraction. I am attracted to his power, his control, and his capability to dominate. That turns me on, not him.
“I want to tend to her,” I tell him to change the subject.
“Isn’t your husband going to be home soon?”
“Fiancé,” I growl as I correct him. His mouth tips at the corners, enjoying riling me up. I take a deep breath. “I want to be with Rose.”
He looks down, observing his black Converse intensely, and I almost miss the secret he lets out. “Me too.”
It’s soft, gentle, and I take it all in. Offering the same in return. “Even if this wasn’t BDSM, I want to give her aftercare. I want to watch you do it to Lik so you can teach me.”
“I’d like that too, even if Lik doesn’t deserve it.” His eyes are still focused on his shoes, like his script is hidden down there.
Without another word, I delicately graze his hand with my fingers. He grabs it, and I’m somehow fascinated by how it completely disappears into his palm. I use that so I don’t have to look into his eyes. I drag him out of the kitchen area with me and into the living room. Lik is back, wearing nothing but navy cotton pajamas. He’s sitting next to Rose on the sofa, a hand stroking her hair.
“Get her into bed, Lik,” Sam tells him. “I’ll get something to clean her up.”
Our roles switch, and he’s now the one bringing me with him. He keeps my hand in his as we walk into his bathroom. He only lets it go when he grabs a towel and runs it under the tap.
“There’s Advil in that cabinet,” he points with his head. “Lik will know to bring a bottle of water.”
“Do you really think she’ll need Advil?” I ask, failing to hide the worry in my voice.
“You cut her good.” A beat while he remembers. “And she took Likverywell. All that will hurt in the morning.”
I follow him back to the bedroom. Lik is lying down on the bed, Rose’s sleeping form completely quiet next to him. She had no energy left whatsoever, but she still managed to turn around so she could sleep on her front as always.
Sam hands me the wet towel. He doesn’t need to talk for me to know he’s not comfortable touching her so intimately, even after what happened tonight. I noticed how he avoided touching her as much as possible.
“Say sweet things to her while you clean her up,” Sam explains, walking me through aftercare. “Praise her for being so good.”
Rose’s back is moving up and down at a slow breathing rhythm, indicating she’s asleep. Nevertheless, I still talk to her as I take the lace off her body and clean her up. I stroke her hair as I speak softly in her ear.
“You took him so well, baby. You were such a good girl for me.” I drop a kiss on her cheek and she sighs, bringing herself closer to me.
“She should pee,” Sam advises.
“She’s sleeping,” Lik contradicts him. “Just let the girl rest.”
“She could get a UTI,” the first defends, his black eyes darting to Lik in that dominant manner of his. “Why don’t you let the people who know what happens after sleeping with a woman handle the situation?”
Lik’s nostrils flare, but he doesn’t say anything. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks away.
“UTIs surely are no fun. I’m sure Rose is not exactly looking forward to spending hours on the toilet just to pee two drops that’ll feel like needles,” I chuckle, trying to de-escalate the tension.
I run a hand up and down her back, slowly waking her up. “Baby, come on, let’s use the bathroom.”
