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Eighteen
Ilias
Lucca offered one of the bedrooms from the east wing to clean up. As I looked around, I tried not to grimace by being placed on the east wing. It was where the untrusted guests stayed. The most secured section of the house with cameras in every corner aside from the bedrooms, and also the farthest to any exit, not to mention upstairs.
He wanted to fuck with her head, but really, he was fucking with mine.
Davina stood in the middle of the large room, taking in all the details. I’d seen every room of this house, but I tried to see it with new eyes. The elegant hand-crafted wood that molded every piece of furniture to accommodate specifically to the size of the room. The warm tones of the beige bedding, clean walls, and chestnut wood made the room inviting, relaxing. You could get lost in the small areas of the room, like the small bookcase, the lounge chair in the corner, and outside on the two-person balcony.
Yet, inside a room where everything was set perfectly in place, Davina stood out. Her eyes shimmered as she held her feelings together, and her arms were wrapped around her body, making her look small. The clothes she was wearing were ruined, and even when she’d tried to rinse her face and hands earlier, there were still traces of blood left behind.
My hand held the back of her head as my fingers wrapped around her thick hair.
“I’m going to go and find you some clean clothes that will fit you better, okay?”
Her hand grabbed my forearm. Her sulky eyes watched mine, wanting to speak. But, instead, she remained quiet.
“I won’t be long. You should start a bath.”
With a small smile, she left my arms and walked inside the adjoined bathroom, closing the door behind her. I had a feeling like I should be going after her, a feeling that I wasn’t used to experiencing. It was uncomfortable, and it pained me the more the time passed and I saw the pain in her eyes.
I'd wanted to give her a minute to herself. But as I placed the clean clothes that one of the house keepers was kind enough to find for me on the bed, I heard small snivels and the shower running. It only took a short second before I was walking inside the bathroom. The ruined shirt and boxers I had given her were littered on the white marble flooring. Steam slipped from the large glass shower, obscuring her from view.
The room grew quiet with me inside, but my heart panged for her. So much happened today, and there was only so much a human mind could take before cracking into darkness.
Undressing, I piled our clothing in the corner, and I opened the glass door. “Davina.”
“Please give me a minute,” her broken voice begged, but this time, I couldn’t walk away when she clearly needed me.
Steam rushed out of the shower as I stepped under the hot spray of water. Davina sat on the white tiles with her knees drawn to her chest. She raised her head and her eyes broke me. Bloodshot, puffy, and filled with agony.
Yet, she still found a way to worry about me. “Your stitches.”
“Oh, kroshka. You are what matters right now.” I lowered and brought her to me.
I moved her hair away to see her delicate features. Her cheeks were pink from the heat of the running water, and I caressed her skin and nuzzled my face against the nape of her neck. In silence, I moved her under the shower spray, and once her hair was saturated in water, I grabbed the shampoo from the corner and began washing her.
Davina closed her eyes, and her body swayed under my hands. My eyes couldn’t stay away from her, mesmerized by her beauty, her body, and her broken soul. I knew it was something I could amend. I had done it once. I could do it again.
“I can’t lose you,” I admitted with our lips tasting the clean water that ran between us and the truth of my words.
Davina’s lips collided with mine. Her hands held onto me as if I was all she needed, for everything to disappear. Then they lowered until she held my hardened dick in her hands, and I exhaled from her touch. I wanted to explore her body, and this bathroom wasn’t the place I could ravish her and let go until we were spent. But Davina had other plans as her core shifted forward in search for friction.
She needed a release. Her body begged for it, and I couldn’t refuse her. I was going to give her what she asked, and then, I was going to make her cry out for me as I had my way.
When she moved her pelvis forward again, I gripped her hips, brought her core against mine, and caged her against the tiled wall.
“You are awfully quiet, kroshka,” I said against her ear and heard a whimper on mine. “Tell me what you want. Tell me, so I know you are here with me.”
“Please.”
I parted her legs with my thigh and let my hand run down her body until I felt her heat.
“Please, what?” I taunted, inching my fingertips closer to her mound.
“Please, make me beg your name!”
Fuck. I wasn’t expecting that response, or her pleading eyes.
