At the last second, he turns and steps into the all-glass shower, flipping the water on.
I exhale.
He’s not going to touch me.
I try to ignore him as I take the bar of soap and begin scrubbing my body thoroughly. My eyes fluttering up to his naked ass any chance I get to take a glance without him noticing.
He doesn’t glimpse my way though. He showers like I’m not two feet away and naked.
I’ve washed every piece of skin I can find on my body, and I still don’t feel relaxed, though it helps the ache in my leg. I’m clean again. I should be calm, but I’m not.
I dunk my head under the water washing off the last pieces of dirt. I don’t have any shampoo to wash my hair, but dunking it in the soapy water does enough.
When I resurface, Matteo is standing over me. Naked. His body dripping with water.
My bottom lip quivers, both terrified and excited. What do I want from him? I don’t know. What does he want from me? He doesn’t know either.
He extends his hand to me. I take it, and he pulls me up. He hands me a towel, and I take it wrapping it around my body. I lift my leg to step out, but he scoops me into his arms, a motion I’ve started to get used to and enjoy.
“I don’t want you overworking your leg. I’ll teach you some exercises you can start doing to increase your leg strength slowly, so you don’t injure it again.”
I nod, still unable to speak. Nothing but a towel separate my body from his.
He takes me back to his bed.
“Why do you always put me in your bed instead of one of the other bedrooms? Why give up your bed to me?”
He gently lays me down as he stands over me, not at all embarrassed he’s naked. Not that he should be.
“Because I want you in my bed.”
He says it so simply like it’s obvious. He grabs a pillow and places it under my leg, lifting my leg up. Then he reaches for the towel clutched to my body. He snatches it out of my grip and pulls it off my body, exposing me again.
My breathing speeds when the cold air hits, touching my warm skin. I close my eyes making an effort to calm my breathing to keep Matteo from thinking I’m into him.
Armas.
Armas’ face smirks down at me. His cock resting at my entrance.
“No.”
He pushes in any way. His cock burns inside me, ripping my insides apart as he rapes me. My body isn’t mine anymore. It’s his. He bites down on my nipple, and I cry. It hurts too much.
I can’t escape him. It all hurts, but having his cock inside me is too much. His thrusts never end, and my body can’t take the intrusion much longer.
“No. Please, stop.”
He doesn’t. Not until his cum is spilling into me. It feels like lava. I want it out.
“Eden,” Matteo’s voice calls out, saving me from my nightmare, as he saved me from that day.
I open my eyes, and his arms are on my arms, concern in his eyes.
“Eden, what’s happening? What’s wrong?”
I pant, not wanting to talk about it. Maybe if I do, I’ll feel better. Armas will finally be gone.
“Armas. I can’t escape him. Every time I close my eyes he’s there. Taunting me. I can’t stop reliving that day. I can’t stop reliving him raping me. His dick tearing me open. His teeth ripping my skin. His cum—”