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“You need to be put in an insane asylum.”
He tilts his head. “Is that the thanks I get for saving you from being raped?”
I glare at him. “Are you fucking serious? He wasn’t going to rape me, he?—”
Ash cuts me off and turns the guy’s computer around to show me what’s on the screen. I feel physically sick as there’s a video with the sound muted playing. It looks like an underage girl is tied up, screaming and crying while the same guy fucks her. “I’ve been around criminals long enough to know the types to watch out for, starlight. He wanted to rape you. He saw you here alone and probably got a hard dick instantly planning to rape you.”
“And isn’t that what you’ll do to me?” I demand.
He chuckles. “No, because you want it from me, starlight. You didn’t want that old man.” He nods at the bloodied body on the floor. “Go to the room and take a bath. I’ve locked the truck, so don’t get any ideas.”
My brow furrows as I don’t know how he can lock it without the keys.
“I’ll clean up this mess.” He nods at the dead body.
I nod in response and, clutching the motel key, head toward room forty-one.
Entering the room, the harsh lights sting my teary eyes. I pause for a moment, letting the cool silence wash over me. The room is nondescript, with its bland walls and plain furniture. I walk toward the bathroom with a large bathtub, which suddenly feels like an oasis in a desert.
I lock the door behind me and turn on the faucet, leaning against the bath and sliding to the floor. The numbness begins to wear off, replaced by a shiver that ripples through my being. I realize the absolute insanity of my situation, the horrifying reality I’ve been thrust into, and yet, I can’t shake off the truth - Ash saved me.
I pull myself together, slowly peeling off my clothes and stepping into the comforting warmth of the bath. As the hot water soothes my shaking body, I can’t help but ponder Ash’s words. Did I really want him? Could I ever want a man who’d committed cold-blooded murder before my eyes?
My mind whirls as I submerge further into the bath, hoping the steaming water can rinse the mental turmoil that clouds my thoughts.
As I continue to cleanse myself, the warmth of the water starts to awaken a different kind of sensation; unexpected, unsettling need pools within me.
My heart hammers against my chest, my breaths becoming ragged as I reach down, my fingers brushing against the throbbing ache between my legs. My hand moves instinctively, my touch eliciting a soft moan that echoes off the cold tiles. A rush of guilty pleasure floods me.
“Ash,” I gasp, my voice ringing in my ears. The realization hits me like a thunderbolt, making me freeze in the warm bath. I just moaned his name. A murderer’s name.
“You called?”
I startle, about to jump out of the water when I remember I’m naked. “How the fuck did you get in here? I locked the door.”
He chuckles. “I can break into a truck. Do you think a motel bathroom lock is difficult?”
I grind my teeth. “Leave me to bathe in peace.”
He shakes his head. “Not going to happen.”
“What do you want?” I demand.
He smirks, his eyes gleaming with a determined spark. “I need a bath, and I’m going to bathe with you.”
Panic surges within me. “No, there’s no room.”
He laughs. “It’s a huge tub; you’re only little, starlight. You can sit on my lap if you’d like.”
Ignoring my protests, Ash strips, discarding his blood-stained clothes on the floor. My eyes can’t help but take in the sight before me. His muscled form, decorated with intricate ink, is mesmerizing. The sight of his bare skin glistening under the harsh bathroom light sends a shudder of desire through me.
An unwelcome heat spreads through my body, my pulse quickening as I take in the sight. And then he drops his pants, making me groan at the sight of his huge, hard pierced cock erect and pointing toward me. The ring threaded through the tip makes the sight more arousing and the barbell through the underside, and then I notice he’s got a piercing at the base of his dick too. Another ring through it.
Regret and self-loathing wash over me as I realize how much I’m affected by him. How much my body betrays me at his mere presence. I hate myself for how my breath hitches, my stomach knots, and my core aches. I hate myself for wanting him, for needing him.
“I know what you’re thinking, starlight,” he says, his voice low, almost a purr. “You’re thinking you’d love a ride on my cock, and I’d be happy to oblige once I find out something.”
He steps toward the tub, and my protests die in my throat as he eases into the water. The steam rises around his muscular form, the heat of the water intensifying the scent of sweat, blood, and the masculine musk that’s entirely Ash.
