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Ihadto get out of here.
The need thrummed.
I had to find a way to get my control back, because if I didn’t…I’d lose myself forever. The thought of that was terrifying. I turned around and hit the faucets, ending the spray. The steam lingered, warm and wet, as I sucked in a breath, opened the shower stall, and stepped out.
Only I wasn’t alone…
Hestood there.
Arms crossed.
Dark eyes fixed.
Malice burned in his stare.
Which made me shiver.
London never spoke as he grasped a thick white towel from the top of the pile and stepped toward me. Fear nailed me to the spot, even as my heart hammered and my knees turned weak.
“What you did last night was reckless,” he started, and dragged the towel over my shoulders. “But I can understand why you did it. It was a momentary lapse of judgment on your behalf. A remnant from your time in The Order as you adjust to your new surroundings. As you adjust to your place.”
Your place.
That venomous tone hit me.
“Lift your arms,” he ordered.
My hands trembled as they rose in the air, leaving him to wipe the beads of water that coursed down the sides of my breasts. He moved my long hair to the side, scrunching the strands as they dripped. I hated how my mind took over, how he made me feel young and weak and afraid and vulnerable.
“So, I’m going to overlook your error.” He dragged the towel down the line of my back and over the curve of my ass, lingering. My senses were on fire, tracking that crippling stare as he took in my body.
He can’t touch me…
He can’t fuck me…
He can’t hurt me…
Thump.
The towel dropped to the floor at my feet. I stared at the wall as he moved, grabbed a bottle of expensive lotion on the counter, and opened the lid. “Otherwise, I might assume you required some adjustment, Vivienne.” He squirted the creamy white lotion into his palm and moved back to me. “That this spirited need inside you requires a …heavier hand.”
I closed my eyes as his touch moved along the underside of my arm.
“Lower.”
My throat clenched, and revulsion burned as he smoothed the mess across my stomach. I knew instantly where this was going. His hand cupped my breast, spreading the lotion underneath with his fingers as his thumb grazed my nipple.
He never looked away.
Because he liked this.
The degradation.
The pain.
He lowered his gaze as he brushed my nipple once more. It tightened, puckered. Excitement glinted in that sickening stare. “I need to do your legs,” he instructed, his voice devoid of the emotion that raged in his eyes. One he hid from me.“Now.”
He hid it from me.
