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The kiss becomes possessive, searing. Like he’s trying to destroy me and piece me back together at the same time. I fall deeper into the kiss, letting it consume me. I’m completely breathless, and tugging on his shoulders, begging for more, when he breaks away from me. I whimper with disapproval, and he shakes his head at me, his restraint barely intact.
“Shower, dinner, and then I’ll fuck you. In that order. It’s my job to make sure you’re taken care of, and I take my job really fucking seriously, Flower.”
His dark tone is delicious and makes me want to disobey him just to see what kind of punishment he’ll give me. “What do you want to eat?” he asks.
A smile pulls at the corner of my lips. “Cock,” I whisper.
His gaze darkens tenfold, and he shoves a hand into my hair, tugging the strands hard. I see the lustful haze that appears there and the zing of pleasure I get from speaking to him that way, but more than any of that is the trust and warmth I feel when he touches me. I feel safe with him, and while I’ve always been safe with him in one way or another, it’s never been something I could be one-hundred percent certain of. Now there’s nothing in our way. No hurdles to jump. No secrets or lies to be discovered.
It’s just us.
“I love you, Maybel Jacobs, but if you keep taunting me, I will show you what it’s like to be hate fucked. Now stop teasing me.”
He releases me, and all I can do is smile.
“Fine. Let’s shower, and then we can go downstairs and find something to eat.”
Drew carries me into the bathroom, placing me on the edge of the counter. He opens the glass shower doors and turns the water on, twisting the dial to hot. It doesn’t take long for steam to fill the space, and when he returns, he picks me up and carries me into the shower with him.
“I feel like I’ve waited my entire life for this moment,” Drew whispers against my lips.
“To shower?” I giggle.
He glares, “No. To hold you in my arms without the fear of something dark and sinister hanging above us.”
“Only the most hard-fought love is worth it,” I soothe, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Fuck, I can’t get over hearing you say that you love me.”
“Well, you better get used to it because I’m never going to stop saying it.” I smile and fall deeper into his penetrating gaze. After a while, we take care in cleaning each other and washing away the weight of what happened today.
I’m not sure how long we stay under the stream of water, but we remain wrapped up in one another until the water turns cold. When we get out, Drew wraps me in a fluffy white towel and dries me off before drying himself off.
My belly rumbles loudly, and I grin at him, knowing he heard it too. I grab a T-shirt, pair of panties, and sleep shorts from the dresser, and turn back to Drew. Shit. He doesn’t have anything to wear.
“Why don’t I stay up here, and you go and get the food. I’ll be waiting here with a reward when you get back.” He playfully wiggles his eyebrows at me.
Drew’s awakened a sexual beast inside me.
“Fine. I’ll go get something from the kitchen. You stay here.”
“Hurry…” he teases, and I disappear from the room with a smile.
I’m almost in the kitchen when the sound of shouting filters into my ears. It’s getting late. No one else should be here except the couple of people who stay on for the night if we need anything.
Just inside the threshold of the kitchen, I pause. I take in the entire scene in an instant. Sebastian stands near the black granite countertops, and the maid, Elyse, is near the stainless steel fridge, her small body hunched over, her bleeding hand clutched tight to her chest.
There’s blood on Sebastian’s hand, which I assume is Elyse’s. Did he hurt her? I can’t fathom him doing that, but then again, we all do things differently when the stress on us is different.
“I told you not to touch it, and you did anyway. The only person you have to blame for that cut is yourself!” Seb’s voice is a shout that fills my ears.
The maid turns, tears slipping down her cheeks, dragging mascara with them. “I’m sorry. It’s my job. You can’t just leave broken glass on the floor. It’s unsafe.”
He drags a crystal glass filled with something off the counter beside him and takes a long swallow. “I’m not safe either, but that doesn’t seem to scare you.”
It’s a whip crack of a response, and I gasp.
“Sebastian.”
