“According to them, one of us tasked them to do it.”
“One of us? Fuck off.”
“I dunno. Maybe Theo and Daemon got more out of them.” I throw my hands up in frustration.
“So this wasn’t him?”
“Who the fuck knows?” Swinging the bathroom door open, I start stripping down on my way to the shower, more than ready to wash that arsehole’s blood off me.
Stella follows me, her eyes burning into my back—or more so my arse—as I step into the stall and turn the water on. I’m blasted with something resembling ice before it starts to warm.
Staring down at my feet, I watch the water run red for a few seconds, feeling the anger and frustration start to bleed out of me.
Glancing over my shoulder, I watch her hop up on the counter to watch me.
My fists curl with my need to back her up against the wall and impale her on my cock, but even without her body being littered with cuts, I already know she wouldn’t let me.
I make quick work of scrubbing my skin clean before I turn the water off and spin toward her, my cock hard and aching as it bobs between my legs.
Her eyes hold mine for a beat before they drop down to my shoulder, concern etching into her heated gaze, but I push it aside.
After a second, she drags them away in favour of running them down from my chest, to my abs, and finally my dick.
She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as she stares at me.
Wrapping my fingers around my shaft, I stroke slowly as she begins to squirm.
“Seb,” she warns.
“What, baby?” I ask innocently.
“You need to rest.”
A chuckle falls from my lips.
“After the night I’ve had, that’s the last thing I want right now. Didn’t you know,” I say, closing the space between us and brushing my lips across her jaw, “that violence makes me horny?”
A pained laugh comes from her.
“Everything makes you horny, Sebastian.” Her voice is low, rough, and oozes sex. It does not help.
“Wrong, baby. You make me horny. And only you.”
She shudders as I lick up the length of her throat before biting on her soft skin.
“You gonna be a good girl and give me what I need?”
“I should say no and force you to rest.”
“You should,” I murmur, wrapping my hands around the hem of her shirt and carefully dragging it up her body, careful of the plasters Gianna applied to her arms. “But you’re not going to.”
“No?” she asks, tilting her head to the side in curiosity. It’s all an act, though. She knows as well as I do that she’s not going to stop me. She needs me just as badly as I do her. And I’m about to prove it.
“No. You’re wet for me, and you know it.”
I pop the button on her shorts and tap her hips for her to lift her arse for me.
As carefully as I can, I peel both her hot pants and ruined fishnets down her legs. Dropping to my knees before her, I press a light kiss to every one of her cuts that Gianna covered.