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For days I’ve convinced myself that she hates me, that there’s no way she’s turned on while she’s naked. There’s no chance she’s asking for more stuff just so I can require more “debt” to be paid. Maybe she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. Maybe reality and my fantasies are starting to mix together. I usually like to stay busy to keep my mind from wandering, but we’ve been here for days. My only escape is when I leave to get us something to eat, and for some reason, I rush back each and every time, thinking today will be the day she runs while I’m gone, only to be greeted by her when I open the front door.
It tells me just how terrified she is of the Severino family and what they’re capable of.
I jump when I pull the shower curtain back and see her standing in the bathroom door. The fact that she was able to surprise me should be concerning, but I have more pressing matters to deal with—namely trying not to get hard again with her standing so close while I’m completely naked.
I haven’t been naked in front of her since that first time when I got out of the shower, only to discover she went to bed wrapped in the only towel I had. I grabbed extras on my first trip out of the house, wondering if I was wasting money because I was certain she’d be gone before I came back.
“Can I eat with my clothes on today since you jacked off in the shower?”
“Guess again,” I tell her, another sinister thought coming to mind as I step over the lip of the tub and reach for the towel. The bathroom is so small the spread of my arms would have my fingertips reaching from side to side in any direction. It puts her dangerously close to me as I begin to run the terrycloth over my skin.
She doesn’t back away, but her eyes don’t drop from mine either. She seems much more skilled at refusing to satisfy her urges than I am. I can’t help but look down when she’s naked. I always stare at her nipples, let my eyes roam like a physical touch down her body until I see her glistening slit. Fuck, even her thighs and goddamned calves turn me on.
She takes a step back and I realize that she’s at the right height that she can still see my erection growing even while looking at my face.
“How about a deal?” I ask, wrapping the towel around my waist in hopes it makes her a little more comfortable. “Let me watch you get off in the shower and I’ll let you stay dressed today and tomorrow.”
“Fuck off,” she snaps quickly, her eyes widening the second she realizes what she just said.
She jerks her hands up to her mouth, a terrified look on her face.
I want to laugh. It would be the exact opposite of what she expects because no doubt her reaction makes her think she’s earned some type of punishment.
It makes me want to know who she really is. Does she think that way all the time but answers how she thinks people expect her to?
Instead of reacting in any way, I ignore her cute little outburst, grinning when she backs away when I step closer.
“I understand,” I tell her as I step out of the bathroom and reach toward clean clothes in the closet. “You like stripping for me.”
She scoffs, her cheeks red when I pull on my t-shirt before turning back around to face her.
I know she’s grown more comfortable around me this last handful of days. She doesn’t curl into herself the way she did the first time I sat beside her on the couch. She doesn’t exactly get comfortable with me near, but she’s less likely to flinch every time I go to stand without voicing my intention.
I want to taunt her further, but I don’t know where it will get me. It says a lot that she’s willing to stay here and do what I say in an effort to avoid being sent back to the Severino family. She could walk out of this house at any fucking point. I leave twice a day to go grab food, sometimes three times if she’s getting under my skin too much to stick around. I have no doubt she was telling me the truth now about how violent they are, about how her father is dedicated to them despite what it means for her.
I lock eyes with her as I pull the towel from my waist, letting it drop to the floor at my feet. Her eyes follow it down, and it eats at me that she actually watches the thing land at my feet rather than her gaze getting stuck in the middle like I do her.
