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“I’m trying to retain some of my goddamned self-respect!” he whispered harshly, glaring at me as soon as he reopened his eyes.
“No? Suit yourself.” I shrugged and began to undress as he watched me in disbelief.
“You’re not going to force me?”
“Have I ever forced you, slutty boy?”
“I…a hard-on isn’t consent,” he said stubbornly.
“D’accord.” I finished disrobing, amused that he hadn’t stopped watching. I stretched, not caring that my dick was hard, too. He had to know I wanted him. I always did.
I turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm, enjoying his hungry gaze on me.
Satisfied with the temperature, I stepped in and shut the glass door between us. At the edge of my vision, I saw him move so he could keep me in view.
The small space was at once comforting and claustrophobic.
I felt myself falling into memory, unable to stop myself.
No.
Water dripped through the kennel, cold, making it hard to sleep. I was curled in a ball in the wet straw. It was scratchy, but at least no one out here would hurt me or use me.
Out here I was safe. The smell of dogs and horses filled my nostrils.
My body ached from the beating. My shoulders ached from the way I’d hung from them when my legs had given out. Straw stuck to the itching, drying blood.
Water dripped on my head, having filtered through the roof. Her horses and dogs were so well cared for, the only thing I could guess was that the holes over my kennel had been made deliberately.
Hands touched me—kind rather than cruel. The water dripping on my head was warm now. Relaxing.
I blinked and blinked again. Droplets had collected on my eyelashes. I came back to my body to find Valor pushing my hair out of my face.
“Are you back now?”
I nodded, not able to speak yet. The familiar yawning loneliness and despair clung to me, deep and aching, hollow like a rotten tooth.
“Where did you go?” The showerhead on his side, had already doused him with water. His blond hair was darker and slicked back from his handsome face. He had such beautiful eyes, a strong nose, perfectly formed lips. As much as we’d had our differences in the past, there was no mockery in his gaze.
“Bad memories. Sometimes, they run off with me and I forget where I am.”
“Do you ever lash out when it happens?”
“Luckily, no.”
“Can I wash your hair?”
The last question caught me off guard. I swallowed, overwhelmed at the idea that he would even think of doing such a thing for Loïc.
“Yes.” My voice sounded hoarse even to my own ears.
My hair was already wet, and I watched as he poured shampoo into his hand, then spread it between his palms in a way that stirred my cock.
He turned me to face the wall, then lathered my hair with gentle efficiency. His fingers felt emotionally intimate, dangerous. The contact made me want to run away, and tears pricked my eyes.
“When was the last time someone washed your hair for you?”
“Never, I don’t think. At least, not since I was a small child.”
