He’s different. Kinder somehow.
His eyes drift down my body, and I bite my lip squirming a little in his arms as he studies my curves.
“You do not need to be embarrassed. You have an amazing body, even if it’s a little beat up at the moment.”
“I’m not embarrassed.”
“Then why are you squirming and your cheeks are blushed?”
I frown. “Because I’m naked standing in front of a man who kidnapped me. I think I’m allowed to blush.”
He holds my hand, keeping me upright while he leans over the tub and turns the water on to hot. The steam from it begins to fill the room.
We are both silent for a moment while we wait for the bath to fill. I don’t like the silence. In the quiet, that’s when Armas creeps in making me unsafe. So I don’t let the silence stretch like I usually would.
“Why do you always keep the blinds closed? I’ve been living in a cave for weeks. I asked the men to open them for me, but it was one of the things they wouldn’t do for me no matter how much I asked them to.”
He chuckles. “A misunderstanding. They think I like the darkness. I often sit in my office with all the blinds closed. Every time I’ve allowed anyone into my personal space, it is always jet-black.”
“Why?”
“Because that’s what I want them to see. I want them to think I’m nothing but a monster that lives in the night. I do like the dark when I need to focus and think, which happens to be often. I’ll make sure the blinds are open from now on.”
My mouth is dry as he speaks. I nod instead of saying thanks.
He reaches over and turns off the faucet. I glance over at the tub filled almost to the brim with water. I take a step toward the tub, forgetting I can’t walk on my own, and my leg gives out.
Matteo holds me up though. He’s always holding me up. Saving me.
He holds my arms as I carefully take the two steps over to the tub and step in. He doesn’t let me go until I’ve sunk into the warm water. I close my eyes as the liquid warms my body and starts melting the dirt caked on me. Along with anything remaining of Armas.
I keep my eyes closed for a long time trying to push Armas out.
I can’t.
The warm water can’t do it.
I should wash and get clean. Maybe, being clean will do the trick. I open my eyes and Matteo is still standing there.
“You just going to stand there and creepily watch me?”
He removes his shorts, and my heart stops. He’s going to join me.
My eyes try to stay on his chest, but I can’t help but sneak a peek at his cock again. His cock is hard and thick, wanting me.
My cheeks flush as I breathe and tear my eyes from his erection.
I can’t.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me; it’s like I’ve never seen a cock before.
“Are you just going to stare at me creepily? Because I’d be more than okay if you were.”
I attempt to smile like I’m not bothered, but he knows me well enough to realize the smile is a lie. By now my cheeks are bright red as I finally meet his gaze.
His face is smiling brightly at me. For once, he doesn’t seem as serious or dangerous. He seems human.
He starts walking toward me though, and I’m not sure I want him in the tub with me. My nipples may have hardened, and my sex may be aching for his cock, but it’s not what I want. I don’t want to have sex with a man as cruel as him.