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“Now move it up and down, slowly. Like I was before.” His wet hair falls across his forehead, and water drips down his face as his body leans into my touch but doesn’t move farther. He’s leaving me to explore and make the decisions on how far I want this to go.
Along with the red stains on the white shirt of his I’ve been wearing to bed, the water is beginning to drench on it, causing it to stick to my body, but I don’t care.
I begin to move my hand up and down slowly, just like he asked. He is hard, really hard. His veins pop along the length of him, and I move my thumb slightly so I can feel his tip on each stroke. He is large, smooth, and beautiful.
“Just like that, Annie. Good girl,” he says on an exhale, and as I look up, I see him looking down at me, his eyes hooded and full of desire. My confidence grows. He seems to be enjoying what I am doing and so am I. All I want to do is please this man.
I increase my speed slightly, gripping a little harder as I do.
“Fuck, Bella, you like having my hard cock in your hand, don’t you?” he asks, smiling down at me.
“Yes, I love it...” I barely whisper, a faint smile appearing on my face, and I hear him groan in response. It makes me feel good to know that he wants me touching him, that he wants my hands on his body, just as much as I do.
I don’t miss his eyes as they look over my body, at the white shirt now see-through and clinging to my naked breasts. Even though I’m clothed, visually, he can see everything.
I increase my pace and his breath hitches. Without losing my rhythm, I decide to explore him a bit more. I use my other hand and cup his balls, feeling them, large and heavy in my hand. As I move them slowly, I see his torso muscles tense.
“Do you know how perfect you look right now? Holding me in your hands… Fuuucckkk...” He groans, long and deep, and I know he must be close. I shiver at his words. I like him complimenting me, wanting me, needing me.
He lowers one of his hands from the shower frame and brings it to the collar of my shirt, opening the first few buttons, showing him my bare breasts, and his lips part in wonder.
“Keep moving your hands, Bella. I want to come on your chest. I want to mark you as mine.” He’s barely hanging on, and I speed up my pace, wanting to please him, wanting to feel him come undone by my hands, feeling powerful that I can make a man like Dante weak at the knees with my touch.
His hands rest back up on the shower frame as his eyes pin me in place. His hips begin to move a little, pushing his hard cock into my hand, and a slow growl rumbles up his throat as he explodes, his need for me painting my bare chest. My soaked white shirt hangs heavily from my shoulders as he brands me, my skin now warm where he covers me with his orgasm. He looks directly into my eyes, his stare penetrating, his nostrils flaring, and I grip onto him until there is nothing left.
16
Dante
I feel light-headed as the hot water from the shower drills into my back. The steam rises around me, and this beautiful woman stands in front of me, coated in my desire. Panting, her chest moves up and down, her bare breasts glistening, even more so now that I have branded her. Her cheeks are flushed, her body covered in my wet white shirt, hiding nothing but everything at the same time. She looks fucking perfect. I know she is innocent, that she has not experienced anything like that before, and the fact that I am the first man she has ever touched, ever marked her, it is enough to make me fucking hard all over again. My grip on the shower frame is solid, but I don’t dare let go because I am afraid of what I will do next. Grabbing her and ripping my shirt from her petite frame is extremely appealing right now.
She releases her hold on me and runs her hands up my torso, looking at my scarred and tattooed body, investigating the story that it tells from years of war, near misses, and chaos. She stands close to me now, the water falling on both of us as it continues to run pink, blood now mixed with water. I lower my hands slowly, moving them around her neck, admiring how good she feels in my grip. I squeeze my hands a little, and her eyes widen slightly. There is no fright in her stare as her lips part, and I hear her breath hitch, but from arousal.
Anyone else would be begging me to let go already, knowing that with a simple twist, I could make their life leave their body. But not her. Little Red is almost inquisitive as she continues to explore my naked body with her hands, hers still draped in my wet white shirt. It’s the same one she has been wearing to bed each night, and I would be lying if I said that wasn’t a massive turn on. It is too big for her, perfect nightwear, yet I am itching to rip it off her and show her exactly what I have been thinking of doing since I jumped on her during the gunfire at Allure weeks ago.
She steps into the flowing water a little more, and I watch her as she washes her chest, and Goddamnit, what she does to me should be illegal.
Her hands reach my shoulders and then stop abruptly. She has found the knife wound. The one that needs at least ten stitches, yet feels numb due to the fire that heats my body from her touch.
Her fingers brush closer to it, and her brows furrow. “You’re hurt,” she says, her eyes big and round as she looks up at me. “You need stitches.” She comes to the correct conclusion, and although I would rather just take her up against the shower wall, I know from the light headedness I am feeling that it may not end well.
I nod stiffly, my eyes never leaving hers, and she nods in reply before stepping out of my grip and grabbing two towels. She hangs one next to the shower for me as I rinse the blood from the rest of my body, my eyes not once leaving her as I watch her remove the wet white shirt and quickly wrap a towel around her, giving me a sneak peek at her petite body. She is not at all the shy little thing I thought she was, but it’s also cementing that the fun we just started needs to be moved to another time.
She leaves the bathroom then, and I groan into the water as I wash my face, the vision of her naked body now etched into my brain. The feel of her hand gripping me, all too vivid. I want her now more than ever. I’m barely able to rein it in, my cock already twitching, ready for round two.
I turn off the shower and dry my body, the blood now dripping slowly from my wound, Frederico’s blood all washed from me. Any remnants of him are long gone, following his soul down the drain to hell where he belongs. I move my head from left to right, cracking my neck to relieve the tension as I think back to the mess I just caused, but not regretting it for even a moment.
Dominic will be murderous now, more so than he was before. He was angry and wanting revenge, but now that his brother is mere mush after the beating I gave him, I know his need for payback will be ferocious.
I walk out to my bedroom, spotting Little Red now back in my bed, and I smirk at her as she looks all cozy, because that is exactly where I want her to be. In my bed. Preferably underneath me, screaming my name as I teach her and show her everything that she needs to know. I want to cherish her, make her come with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock, before doing it over and over again. But I'm not sure she is ready for a man like me yet, so I will bide my time.
Strutting across the room naked, I grab a clean pair of jeans and put on my timberland boots before walking over to the bed.
“I’ll be back later….” I say as I look down at her.
“Okay…” she whispers. I raise my hand and cup her cheek, pulling her bottom lip down with my thumb, and then bending down, I kiss her lips. Quickly, but deliberately, before I leave her. As I get to the door, I look back at her briefly, and I don’t miss the smile that has now appeared on her face, which I return before walking straight out the door and closing it firmly behind me.
I stalk with purpose down the hall. I need to meet the doctor down in our medic room, as I’m already about half an hour later than promised.
