Suddenly tears come back to my eyes. ‘Please, Dom. Leave him alone. If he is diseased, I infected him.’
‘Did he do anything to you? I’ll fucking kill the sick bastard if he did,’ he declares furiously.
I take both his hands in my palms and look deep into his eyes. ‘No, Dom. He didn’t do anything to me. After everything that’s happened, I just feel unclean. I need to wash my body and my hair.’
‘All right,’ he says. ‘Want me to come with you?’
‘No. Why don’t you pour yourself a drink? I’ll be out soon.’
I go into the bathroom and take all my clothes off and stand under the hot shower. I rub at the chocolate arrow vigorously. Then I see the watermelon pasties run pink into the plughole and I start to cry. I don’t know why I’m crying. Maybe it’s the tension. I hear a noise, and the door to the shower is open and one hot, fully erect alpha is standing there.
‘Don’t cry, Ella’ he says softly. ‘You’re safe now.’
‘I know,’ I sniff.
And he puts out a hand and touches my midriff where a huge bruise has formed. ‘He hurt you,’ he whispers in a shocked voice.
‘It actually doesn’t hurt.’ And it’s true.
He comes into the shower, and the cubicle is so small the practical solution is for me to climb onto his body and curl my legs around him while he holds on to my buttocks and fucks me. Hard. Oh, so hard. It’s what I need. I feel the tension, fear and doubt wash away. We come together under the cascading water. He kisses me gently and I cling on to my hero. God, he’s so gorgeous.
‘This weekend I’m taking you riding. You’ll love it.’
‘Why? Because Vivien loved it?’
He smiles, a beautiful, pure smile. ‘No, because it’s horses. You cannot not love my horses.’
‘OK.’ I grin.
‘Do you love me?’ he asks.
‘Oh, Hell!’ I say. ‘Isn’t that as obvious as fuck?’
‘Yeah, it is, but I just like to hear it rolling off your tongue,’ he says with a mischievous, awesome, sexy grin.
And we both laugh.
I can be your hero, baby
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EPILOGUE
SIX MONTHS LATER
I lift the stick and see the thin blue line. And a bubble of laughter comes up and erupts in my mouth. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I put the stick on the edge of the sink, wash my hands, and walking on air, go back into the bedroom.
‘Come here, woman,’ Dom says from the bed.
I don’t go to him. I just stand there and admire him. His swarthy skin contrasting darkly against the white sheet. His chest and arms muscular. His smile white and beautiful. A thought. I can’t believe he is really mine. I wake up every morning and I just can’t believe my luck. Nobody gets this lucky, surely?
He raises his body up slightly, his smile disappearing. ‘What’s wrong?’
I smile happily. ‘Nothing. Absolutely nothing.’
‘So what’re you standing there for? I’m hungry for pussy juice.’
I laugh and go forward. He reaches out and pulls me into bed and I tumble into his warm, hard body.