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My eyes snap wide, my fatigue dissipating faster than fog on a warm morning. “What?”
“I thought you were dying. I didn’t like it.” He pumps more soap onto his palm and begins cleaning my stomach. “I might not like you,princess. But I’m gonna keep you anyway. We’ll fight our war when you’re feeling better, then we’ll see who’s left standing at the end.”
We’re only in the shower for ten minutes or so. Or at least, that’s how my slow-moving brain perceives the time that passes. Felix washes me. He shampoos and conditions my hair. He cleanses my face. Cleans my skin. He wraps a towel around my dripping hair, and drapes a second around my body. Finally, he sits my ass on the stone vanity so I don’t fall, tosses his own wet clothes to the floor, and takes a shower himself.
Completely and unashamedly naked.
Scars cover an easy eighty percent of his body. Welts that tell of torture. Stitch marks that prove shoddy work. Scar tissue that says his wounds were reopened time and time again over the years.
But they seem to be a part of his personality, at this point in his life. He doesn’t stare at them the way I do.
He doesn’t appear to notice them at all.
“You look good in my towel, CeCe.”
An involuntary groan rolls along my throat. My dread has nothing to do with the way he lathers soap in his hand and begins washing his cock, and everything to do with the moniker he’s decided he likes for me. “Please don’t call me that.”
He only chuckles, runs his hand along the length of his shaft, and smirks when my eyes remain rooted firmly south of his waistline.
“Curious?” He squeezes a little tighter, turning his wash into something else entirely. “Wanna rejoin me in here?”
“No.” I set the back of my head against the mirror and stare up at the ceiling. “And this is sexual assault. Undressing me against my will. Exposing yourself without my permission. Touching yourself in front of me, again without consent.”
“So call the cops.” His voice turns thicker, the want in his tone enough to remind meexactlywhat he’s doing to himself. “You have my consent to look,” he adds, his breath coming a little faster.
Against my will, my eyes come back down again.
“To touch.” He grins. “To get on your knees and help me out.”
“Is that all women are to you, Malone? A hole to put it in.”
His hand pumps faster. His chest, growing as he pleasures himself. “Sometimes. Sometimes not. Depends how I’m feeling on the day.”
“And me? You think I’m just a hole to stick it in?”
“No.” He grits his teeth, his hips jutting forward. Damn him, because my breath comes a little faster, too. My blood runs warmer. My body betrays me, despite the hatred I still hold for this man and his family. “I spent the night worried half to fuckin death, thinking you were gonna die. I didn’t know how to help you. I didn’t know what today would bring. And I didn’t know help was coming. But I knew I gave a shit.” He drops his gaze to his cock, the head purpling, and his knuckles white. “It would seem I want other things from you. A hole to fuck would be a bonus.”
“You should put that in a Hallmark card.” Disgusted, I wiggle to the edge of the vanity and lower my feet to the floor. I intend to storm away. Find a little privacy. Get the sight of this man out of my mind before he blows his load and imprints an image on my mind I’ll never be rid of.
But, while I mean to turn away and leave him, my head swims. My vision turns black. And my knees… buckle. “Shit?—”
Felix bounds out of the shower, our chests clashing as he wraps me up close and saves me from bouncing my head off the stone tile. Nausea swirls in my stomach and threatens to come up. To make a mess of what this man already cleaned.
“You’re a danger to yourself.” He stares down into my eyes as I force them open. “You’d rather kill yourself than admit weakness. Jesus, Christabelle. You don’t have to be so fucking obstinate.” Defiant, crass, he wraps his free hand around his cock and finishes what he started, sending waves of revulsion and curiosity clashing through my consciousness. “I’m gonna have you.” He pumps fast, so I feel the movement between us. I feel his body sway and his hips jut. His breath on my chin, and his eyes burning deep into mine. “And in the meantime,” he pants, “I’m gonna enjoy fighting with you.”
He finishes on a grunt, his semen bursting free and splashing against my towel.
Felix Malone is ahorrible?—
Despicable—
Abusive—
Violent—
Disgusting—
Controlling—
