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But one thing is certain, this man may be saving me from the Billy Bobs and the monsters of this world, but he isnotmy savior.
The air between us is a live wire. It’s practically crackling with electricity. Hate and desire and fear and excitement and fuck,all of the feelings,dance in the air between us. I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire life and I can’t help but be drawn to it.To him. It feels like for the first time in my sad, pathetic life, I’m LIVING.
My heart is racing and I have no idea if it’s because I’m fucking terrified of what I see in his eyes or if it’s because it excites me.
He’s safe.
He’s dangerous.
He’s everything that I want and nothing that I need.
His hands clench and unclench at his sides and then he walks towards me. He’s back in front of me in three long strides. His hand comes to my face, his fingers thread through my hair softly, almost lovingly, before his hand tightens. He grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back roughly, causing me to cry out in pain.
“I wonder how I should punish you,” he says softly, as his thumb caresses my cheek and moves tenderly over my parted lips.
“Please, Sinn,” I beg, as tears start to well in my eyes. I can’t handle any more punishment tonight. My body is sore, no doubt bruises are forming on my body as I sit here, once again in his merciless hold.
“Please what, Wendee? Please make you beg me to stop the pain? Or please make you beg me to stop the pleasure?”
“Neither, Sinn, I can’t handle any more right now. Please,” my voice cracks as a tear slips down my cheek.
He moves his thumb to catch it and he wipes it off my face before he brings his thumb to his mouth and licks. He closes his eyes for a brief second, lets out a heavy exhale, and removes his hold from my hair.
“Get undressed,” he orders.
“Sinn, please,” I plead.
He brings both of his large hands to my face and holds me steady, but gently, as he leans down and gets eye level with me.
“Do you trust me?” He asks, almost desperately.
Like heneedsme to trust him. For the first time since I’ve been with him, I see a glimpse of vulnerability in his blue eyes. Something loving and tender, but oh so fragile. I have the intense urge to lean into him, to press my lips to his, and show him that I see it. That I seehim. I see him trying and I know he’s trying forme.
“Yes,” I whisper and lick my lips.
His eyes drop to my lips, and all of the vulnerability is gone in the blink of an eye, quickly replaced by heated desire. He wants to kiss me, I know he does, but he’s refusing to cross that line. He has his rules and he’s fighting to maintain them. But I was able to touch him in the elevator after he vehemently said,no touching. I just need to pick and choose my battles, and this is one I’m not willing to push. Not when my body won’t be able to handle the consequences of my actions.
He pulls away and repeats, “Get undressed.” Then he heads into the bathroom.
A few seconds later I hear the bathtub faucet turn on.Is he running me a bath?I kick off my heels and stand, slowly starting to undress, still a bit hesitant as to what exactly is coming next. I’m just unhooking the bra when Sinn appears in the doorway. Once again, I have no underwear on because I couldn’t find them when I was searching for my clothes on his bedroom floor earlier.
I feel Sinn’s gaze rake over my naked body and it sends a chill of pleasure rippling through me, causing goosebumps to erupt down my arms. I’ve never been so easily affected by a mere gaze before, but fuck, this man is so intense that everything he does to me is heightened and all-consuming. Even if all he does is look at me.
Despite my earlier pleading, I feel the slickness starting to build between my legs. It’s like my own body is betraying me, throwing itself at the mercy of this crazy, gorgeous, sex king. His nostrils flare as if he can smell my arousal and I’m suddenly embarrassed. I feel my cheeks heat as I stand before him, naked and vulnerable. I’m once again on full display to him while he’s never even taken his fucking shoes off around me.
He stalks toward me and before I even realize what he’s doing my feet are off the floor and I’m cradled in his arms as he carries me into the bathroom. I don’t even have time to protest before he’s gently putting me down inside the tub. I let go of him and grab the sides of the tub, slowly lowering myself into the water. It’s hot but feels amazing, and I notice it’s tinted purple with the scent of lavender filling the air.
“Did you use one of my bath bombs?” I ask, as I look up into his scowling face and try to smother my smile.
“I thought you’d like it,” he sounds hesitant. Almost as if he’s second guessing himself.
“It’s perfect, thank you.” I close my eyes, lean my head against the tub, and sigh as I sink all the way down letting the hot water rush over my shoulders and breasts. There are some sharp stings as the water runs over new bite marks and open wounds scattered on my skin, but they dissipate quickly.
I can already feel my tight muscles relaxing. All of the tension I held since I left Sinn’s place is slipping away. Even the deep pinch of pain in my abdomen is subsiding as everything else loosens up.
“Mmmm,” I moan, temporarily forgetting that I’m not alone.
The sound of my moan is loud in the silence of my small bathroom and it pulls me out of my relaxed and oblivious state. My eyes shoot open, and I’m met with icy blues intently watching me. He clears his throat as if suddenly remembering he’s not alone either and he starts to unbutton his sleeve cuffs. I’m mesmerized as I watch him pull the sleeves up and over his biceps, revealing strong and muscular forearms. This is the most skin I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing, and it sets my heart racing. How in the fuck can forearms be so damn sexy?
