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“My bed.”
His bed.
“Why am I naked?” My focus floats back to him.
“Because I undressed you.”
“Why am I here?”
“Because this is where I brought you.”
Frustrated at the short answers he’s giving me, I change the question from me to my cousin. “My cousin?” I inquire, starting to panic because I left him alone. The last thing I remember is Demetri threatening him, but I don’t remember leaving him.
“Ciarán is alive.”
“You threatened him.” I rub my head, remembering the argument between them.
“He’s lucky he’s not sippin’ his orange juice through a straw this morning.”
“Why?”
“Because he knew better.”
“Then what?”
“Then to put something of mine in danger.” His lips pull into a grim line, watching me.
“That’s my cousin, my family.”
“That is the only reason he’s breathing.”
“I wasn’t in danger.”
“You were surrounded by danger. You’re too fucking inexperienced to realize it.”
“You brought him here too?”
“Absolutely not.”
My head is throbbing, and I am feeling out of sorts. Half the things I want to say stay inside my dry mouth. At least I know my cousin is okay. I glance over to the nightstand. There sit two white pills and a glass of water. I grab for them and swallow with a huge gulp of water. I lean my head back, close my eyes, and take a deep breath. The quirk of my lip is involuntary as I try to recollect the night before. Even though Demetri’s short answers are irritating me, I can’t help but think about how much fun I had. I remember everything until Demetri showed up. When the bathroom memories of Demetri’s palm connecting with my behind resurface, the blush that radiates across my skin burns. I remember him carrying me over his shoulder into the bathroom and I partially remember him walking out of the bathroom with me in his arms as if I was his bride. I also remember him mumbling something as he carried me out the door. My memory is spotty and what I can recall is a dark hallway, a figure of a very attractive man walking behind us, and the feeling of being embarrassed.
“Did we…” I open my eyes just in time to see Demetri pulling off his joggers. I inhale a sharp breath as he stands before me. Heat rushes through every part of me. His torso is covered in tattoos all the way down to the carved V of his hips. I can’t help but survey every inch of his upper body.
He’s stunning.
A masterpiece of manly physique.
Handsomely rugged. Beautiful, even.
Our eyes connect. Heat radiates from his gaze until he turns away and throws his sweats into a hamper. When he turns back, I can’t help but eagerly drop my innocent gaze. Moisture pools in my mouth as I take a deep breath. He’s thick and long and hangs heavy. I study the perfection of his maleness. My breathing picks up and arousal rushes to parts of my body that have only been touched by him. Flashes of Demetri spanking me make my heart rate speed up faster. I swallow my pooling desire as I watch his erection grow. My gaze leaves his lower half to find the demanding serenity in his eyes that I find myself seeking when I am in his presence. When I open my mouth to say something, he turns and walks to the other side of the room and through a door, leaving it open.
I can only assume it is the bathroom when I hear the spray of the shower turn on. My imagination runs wild with thoughts of water rushing down his strong body. I find myself climbing out of bed, curiosity pulling at me. I wrap the sheet around my body and make my way to the doorway. It’s then I notice his entire room is black. The walls were painted in a saturated, deep black where the furniture is a contemporary shiny black wrapped in chrome accents. Splashes of a concentrated purple decorate parts of the room. The space should feel suffocating, but it doesn’t. It drips in sultry sophistication with a hint of mystery mixed in just like its owner.
I make my way to the opening of the bathroom and linger at the frame. He stands under multiple sprays. His hands run over his head, washing the soap from his dark hair and beard. He lifts his arm and braces it against the tile. He raises his head and lets the water beat against his face. I watch on as he shakes his head of the water and leans back. With his free hand, he grabs his length and starts stroking. His body becomes more rigid as the seconds pass. My heart pounds against my chest. I’m so zoned in to where his hand is pleasuring himself that I don’t realize he is watching me.
“Remove the sheet, young pup.”
I jump at the unexpected commanding tone of his voice. My fingers move to obey his orders but then stop as my insecurities rise about my full-figured body.
