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Sixteen
EVELYN
My body still hums from what just happened, and I lie back and enjoy the head rush while Raoul gets off the bed and makes his way to the bathroom. When he disappears out of sight I instantly check my wrists, there’re a few abrasions from where I struggled against the ropes, but nothing that looks bad. I feel the strangest sense of contentment, one that's settled itself inside me much deeper than usual.
Raoul really does know my body better than I do.
He’s right in what he says, I’d never let a man call me a slut or a whore, but I like the sound of them coming from him.
When he returns to the bedroom a few minutes later and scoops me up into his arms, my limbs feel boneless. I just can’t figure out how. He did all the work.
I don’t protest or even bother asking him what he’s doing, I just let him carry me through to the bathroom.
The bath is the size of a hot tub and as he submerges me into the warm bubbles, I feel any tension that was left inside me vanish.
“You good?” he asks, kneeling beside the bath and letting his hand stroke over my skin. He lifts one of my arms out of the water, and when he notices the scuffs on my wrist, he presses his lips against it.
“Do you hurt anywhere else?” His low tone carries a little disappointment.
“They don’t hurt. And I’m fine, just tired.” I smile at him.
“Did you mean what you said? You really want me to do that to you again?”
“Well, not right now.” I manage a tiny laugh, and love it that he joins in with me before his lips touch my forehead.
He takes a sponge and some bath creme, starting to massage it over my body. Lifting my legs out of the water one by one, and making sure he lathers every inch of my skin.
“I never want you to regret this, not any of it.” His eyes fixate on the job he’s doing. Either he’s taking this aftercare thing very seriously, or he’s too scared to look at me.
“Hey.” The water sloshes over the edge of the tub when I quickly sit myself up and take his face in my hands. “Forget what I said in the car, I was being stupid. I won’t regret this. Not even when I’m hurting from it.”
“I would never intentionally hurt you. I’d take my own life before I let that happen. And if things were different—”
“Shhh.” It’s my turn to silence him, and he doesn’t put up a fight like I expect him to.
“Let’s not think about it. Not while we’re happy.”
“And are you? Happy?” He checks, like he finds that hard to believe.
“The happiest I’ve ever been.” I smile back at him, dragging his mouth onto mine and kissing the man who will forever own my heart.
Even after he’s broken it.
***
“Come on, sleepyhead, grab your camera.”
I grunt my disapproval as Raoul stirs me from my sleep. It can’t have been long since I got to sleep, and my body is still aching from being fucked into oblivion last night.
“I will drag you out of this bed if I have to,” he threatens, and I peep open one eye to get a look at him. He looks so different wearing a plain black tee and some light blue jeans.
“What is this, dress down Friday or something?” I roll over and bury my head back into the soft pillow.
“Well, for a start, it’s Monday,” he informs me, tugging at my shoulder and forcing me to roll onto my back.
“Raoul, the sun isn’t even up,” I croak, noticing how dark it is outside of the balcony doors.
“That’s the whole point. We have fifteen minutes for you to get some clothes on and get out the door, or I’m wrapping you up in this sheet and carrying you out to the car as you are.
