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He follows obediently. Whatever willpower he has seems to have disappeared along with the rest of him. His feet drag across the floor as we make our way across the communal area.
We reach the bathroom slowly. But when we do, I immediately get to work.
His jacket peels away in my hands. Damp on the top where he must have walked in the rain. The sleeve gets caught on his watch, a timepiece probably worth more than my life, so I remove it, too, placing it delicately on the side next to the jar of scrunchies. The juxtaposition is not lost on me.
I turn back to him. Without his jacket to cover it, the gory slash of red across his white shirt looks so much worse.
I push the thought from my mind as I step forward. Aware that his dark, empty eyes are now following the movement of my hands as I reach for the top of his shirt.
My fingers tremble slightly, but eventually, the button comes loose. Then the next.
I ignore the way the blood stains the top of my fingers as I continue my task until the assassin stands before me shirtless. My shoulders sag in relief when I see that his chest is bare. The blood is not his own.
Whoever he killed tonight didn’t make it easy for him.
Arnie’s hands are suddenly holding on to mine, trapping them against his chest.
“Do you think I’m a monster?” he asks, his emotionless tone sending chills down my spine.
I shake my head slowly. Not trusting my voice. There are too many emotions running through my mind. But the one that dominates all others is relief.
Relief that Arnie is standing here, alive.
I tug on his hands gently and take a step back. Guiding him into the shower with me.
He doesn’t say a word as I turn on the faucet. Even when the water makes his pants stick to his legs.
I hurriedly take off the old band tee and panties and step under the hot spray of water, suddenly feeling encumbered by their wet weight. It’s not like he’s not seen me naked before, but suddenly, I feel vulnerable before him and turn my back.
The water isn’t as powerful as the fancy showers at the hotel, but the steam fills the space around me all the same. However, it does very little to soothe my nerves as every fiber of my being is hyper-aware of the man standing behind me.
His hand reaches for me first, wrapping around my waist, and he pulls me into his firm chest. The barrier of water between us makes the touch feel almost alien, and I flinch a little.
“Are you scared of me?” he whispers, barely above the sound of the running water.
“No,” I reply automatically.
His other hand rests against my stomach. “Why not?”
“You won’t hurt me.”
“Are you sure about that?”
He takes my hand in his and brings it to his lips. Kissing away the blood that had stained my fingertips.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Foolish girl,” he murmurs.
Suddenly, his hands twist me around, pinning me to the tiled walls. Water cascades from his hair as he towers over me. There is still nothing in those beautiful, dangerous eyes that betrays any emotion.
“Do it then,” I say defiantly. I hope my voice sounds stronger than I feel.
His teeth are scraping against my neck a second later. Hungrily teasing at the skin, marking me as his own.
I gasp into the sensation, allowing him to overpower me.
He growls. “Fight back.”
