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His skin tone was dark olive. He had a broad, tattooed chest, his stomach rippled with muscle, and a thin line of dark hair disappeared into his pair of black boxers.
When my shoulder touched his naked torso, my throat tightened. “What are you doing?”
He froze for a split second before he continued to carry me through the same door he’d disappeared through just a minute ago.
“You’re probably sore. Have you lost feeling in your arms or legs?”
I exhaled, then nodded.
He was all business—no sexual, creepy vibe at all even though this see-through thing I was wearing did not conceal anything.
“This will help,” he said. He stepped—with me in his arms—through a glass door onto a deck.
I heard the bubbling water and smelled the chlorine a split second before he stepped down into a hot tub with me still in his arms.
Liquid warmth surrounded me and loosened a sob from deep in my chest.
“Shhh. It’s okay, try to relax,” he murmured into my hair, his strong arms still wrapped around my torso and thighs, my skin touching his.
He sat down with me on his lap, keeping me only half-submerged in the water, then started to massage my shoulders, arms, and hands.
“It will take a while, but the warm water will help.”
I stared at him but didn’t move, didn’t try to get away either. Instead, I closed my eyes and relished in his ministrations, while listening to his murmurs and the calming voice of the jets.
It was as if the devil who threatened me just minutes ago, who told me I didn’t even know what cruel looked like, had disappeared—replaced by this gorgeous man who cared about me, who massaged my sore body and rubbed away my pain. Not in any sexual way, but in a deeply caring way.
Tears gathered behind my eyelids, then spilled over.
He was my captor. Evil.
I hadn’t expected kindness. Wasn’t prepared.
Wasn’t prepared for any of this.
Nothing made sense anymore. As if I was caught in a sick game—and I didn’t know the rules.
Rules.
I shook my head. Right now, I longed for the rigid rules that had controlled my life. Longed for the overbearing and rigid protectiveness of my father.
At least I had been safe.
At least I knew what was right or wrong.
Now nothing was clear anymore.
And nothing was safe.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Holding her in my arms was a new level of torture.
But getting rid of that see-through gown was another thing entirely.
She just let me—completely motionless—probably because every micro-movement hurt, but she’d already lost the initial stiffness. It was replaced by a suppleness that had my head spinning and my body tight, and my dick…
I rearranged her position on my lap, made sure to keep the wound on her shoulder and the one on her upper back above water. And I kept her at a safe distance so she wouldn’t come in contact with my hardened dick pushing against my boxers.
