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“Awfully bossy, aren’t you,” I continue to tease, happy to be finding my inner strength again.
Nick squeezes the shampoo into his palm, then places the bottle down and turns me around as he takes hold of my hair, tugging my head back. Placing his lips to my ear, he practically growls, “You better get used to me being bossy.”
A shiver runs from my toes all the way to where Nick still firmly holds on to my hair.
Placing a small nip at my ear, and then laying a gentle kiss to chase away the sting, he says, “Let me wash your hair.”
He releases his hold of my tresses and replaces the dominant touch with one of tenderness. Gently, he massages the shampoo into my scalp, causing me to moan. I have no shame at all. It feels too good to hold in my pleasure.
“I can’t remember the last time I had my hair washed by someone,” I say as I close my eyes, allowing the feeling of love and contentment to wash over me.
“Well, get used to this kind of pampering. Now that I have you safe and sound, I plan to show you that you’re my queen everyday.”
I release a moan, still not opening my eyes.
He spins me around to face him, tilting my head back to wash away the suds in the flowing water behind me, still massaging my scalp as he does so. “I was so scared after the attack,” he admits. “I thought I’d lost you. I don’t ever want to feel that way again. You are mine, Lyriope. I want you to always be mine.”
I open my eyes to look up into his. The weightiness in his dark eyes tells me he is serious, and this is not the time to banter or joke. Taking his cue, I nod and wrap my arms around his neck. “I am yours, Nick. I’m yours forever. Never doubt that for even a minute.”
As if to punctuate my statement, he leans down and crushes his lips to mine, pulling my body up against his. The slickness of our flesh glides against each other as the shower stream rains down upon us. Breaking the kiss, Nick turns my body to face the tile walls. He grabs my hands and places them up against the white tile as he kisses and sucks my neck. I can feel the hardness of his cock poking my ass as he uses his feet to spread my legs further apart.
“I have to have you now. Not sweet. Not loving. Not slow and gentle. I need to fuck you hard. I want to hear you come as I fuck you from behind.”
I gasp in response as my sex spasms and my nipples tighten. I assist in spreading my legs and press my ass out in invitation. That is all it takes to feel Nick’s cock jut between my legs and find its destination at my waiting pussy. Not a delicate touch but an aggressive one—Nick thrusts his dick into my cunt in one forceful move.
“I want it hard. I want it quick. I want it now. I have to have you, Lyriope.”
I cry out at his invasion, needing more. Needing him deeper.
Knowing my body better than me, he does just that. He thrusts with an animalistic force, grunting as he does. I hold my position—palms flat, legs spread wide, ass out—in fear that even the littlest move will have Nick cease in his possession of my hungry body. He is dominating my soul. Claiming me as his. I am his, and his cock burrowing deep inside of me as my moans grow in intensity make that fact even more real.
Nick reaches around and cups my mound with his calloused palm, pulling me into his forceful thrust. His other hand rests near mine on the shower wall, stabilizing his force as he takes what he so desperately needs. What we both so desperately need. We can’t wait any longer. Our nightmare from last night is over, and from this point on, we can try to find normal. But first, our bodies demand. Our needs command to be heard.
Pushing in and pulling out.
Pushing in and pulling out.
“Come for me, Lyriope. Come.”
Nick finds my clit with his fingertip and I moan. Applying pressure as he moves in a circular motion is all it takes for me to follow his dictate. The muscles in my pussy contract and jolts of pleasure rock me, making me weak in the knees.
Nick’s loud, guttural moan tells me that he, too, is experiencing an intense orgasm as we both find pleasure under the warm shower and in the safety of his mansion.
We both stand there, using the shower wall to hold us up, catching our breath before Nick slaps my ass, the loud splashing sound of wet flesh against flesh ricocheting off the ceramic wall along with my squeal of delight. “I’m going to love having you around.”
I turn and wrap my arms around him, kissing him passionately on the lips. “Is that what happens next? Me sticking around?”
He kisses me hard, answering by action rather than words.
Yes, I guess I’m sticking around.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Lyriope
After I finishgetting dressed and drying my hair, I make my way downstairs to find Nick. He isn’t in his study like he told me he’d be. He also isn’t in the dining room, and I consider calling out to him, but I don’t want to disturb the staff. It’s still early and I’m not sure when everyone starts their day. Plus, I am far from the lady of the house, and I still feel like an imposter or even an intruder to some extent. I know I’m welcomed, and I know that Nick claims he wants me here. But just like being at the Morelli mansion, I don’t feel like I belong.
I finally find Nick out on the back patio, sitting in the morning sun.
