AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I swallow the sickness and shake my head, trying not to let any tears fall. “He did,” I rasp again. “It doesn’t matter in what way.” I turn the shower on again and take off the boxers.
A small whimper escapes me this time. The higher half of my inner thighs are riddled with hickeys and bite marks.
Get a hold of yourself,I order.
My fight. It’s the most important thing right now. It’s the only thing that can get me out of this town and away from this nightmare. I need to win.
I take a deep breath to ground myself and get into the bathtub, letting the jet fall onto my cold skin.
“I have to get to my fight.”
“Fuck,” Caden whispers to himself.
He gets rid of his clothes and gets in the tub with me.
“What are you doing?” I shriek.
He doesn’t say anything. With gentle movements, he grabs a bottle of shampoo and pours some into his hand. I notice the cuts on his palms. They’re crusted with blood.
“What happened to your hands?”
“I used Nolan’s head to break a mirror then grabbed the pieces to stab him,” he says with a steady voice, as if describing his morning routine. “Turn around,” he adds softly.
I do, and he lathers my scalp with shampoo. His fingers are light, relaxing me instantly. He spends a long time running his hands through my hair, ensuring it’s clean. I think this is to calm himself too. I noticed his slight obsession with my hair though I never mentioned it.
I feel the reluctance when he rinses it and grabs the shower gel. His scent invades the bathroom as he massages my entire body in that marine smell. I can’t help but bring my back closer to him. I feel the hard-on against my skin, but he doesn’t say anything, so I don’t either.
I want to bathe in his scent and warmth forever. I want to clean myself of Nolan and wrap myself in Caden.
“Harder,” I say as he washes around my breasts. I grab his hands and place them both on my tits.
He stalls to only slowly move in circular motions. “Harder, Caden. Wash him off me,” I force through gritted teeth.
He rubs harder, but not nearly as much as I need him to. “Just fucking wash him off!” I shout at him.
And he does. He grabs a clean cloth and scrubs my entire body with it. My skin is red all over and stings, but I feel less and less like I want to rip it off my own body.
I grab his hand and bring his fingers to my pussy. “Does it feel different to you?” I ask tightly as I rub one of his fingers against my entrance.
He grunts behind me before rigidly saying, “It doesn’t.”
“It doesn’t feel different to me either,” I finally say. A wave of pleasure fills me as I bring his finger to my clit.
“Little bee…” His tone is a warning.
A warning that Caden isn’t a good man and won’t hold himself back for my sake.
Which is precisely what I need right now.
“Just let me do what I need to,” I tell him. Using his fingers, I rub myself slowly for a minute before accelerating and bucking my hips against his hand.
It takes time to come, my mind protesting and my body clearly in pain. Caden doesn’t move, doesn’t fight me. Eventually, I let the orgasm supersede any other emotion I feel and the entire reality I want to avoid for less than a minute at least. I scream loudly, forcing feelings I don’t want out of my throat before falling back against Caden’s naked body.
I turn around, and in a moment of utter weakness, I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my head against his chest.
“Tell me he suffered,” I say against him.
“He suffered,” he replies firmly as his arms encircle my waist.
