Her voice snapped me out of my wicked trance.
I looked down, witnessing how she clutched her arms around her shivering body.
What the fuck have I done?
I stepped back, water spilling over my face like it was possible to wash away every sin I ever committed—including this one.
Without looking at her, I got out of the shower. “You have two minutes to wash yourself. And I told you before, you don’t get to use my name.” I needed to tap into that rage, into the hunger for revenge again. I needed to pull my fucking shit together.
Turning around, I pulled one of the black towels off the rail. I grabbed my pants and slipped them on before reaching for my shirt.
While buttoning up, I turned then balked when I saw her standing there, completely naked and dripping wet. Her blonde hair looked dark as it clung to her face and shoulders, water streaming down from the ends. Her ivory skin was perfectly unblemished with just the faintest kiss from the sun. Crystal blue eyes sparkled and beamed even though she had been put through so much in such a short period of time.
But then my gaze settled between her legs, on the bare, beautiful, soft skin of her pussy that taunted me, teasing my already painfully hard cock.
Dark visions of red fogged my mind. The vivid sound of beautiful, panting breaths filled my ears, and it all made it too hard for me to stay in reality—a reality where I was her captor and she was a slave…a slave I would ultimately end up killing.
I tossed the towel at her. “Dry yourself.”
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
Pulling my hands through my hair, trying to get the ink black strands to look less…fucked, I searched around the bathroom but found nothing remotely wearable.
“The towel will have to do. You can wrap it around yourself.”
“Please, Castello. Just give me something to—”
“Stop!” The way the wordpleaserolled off her lips, the sincerity behind it made it even more difficult for me to control myself. I started pacing, my head feeling like it was about to explode, my body feeling like it was about to burst into flames. “Just wear the goddamn towel. And this is the last fucking time I warn you about using my name.”
Without drying her first, she wrapped the towel around her. “What should I call you, then? Master? Sir? Boss? Lover?”
It just happened. I snapped and launched myself forward, grabbing her around her throat and slamming her against the wall. “You’re playing with fire, little mouse. Do not test me. Do not think that you have the balls to go up against me, because you will lose. I saved your ass from getting beaten to a pulp once, but next time I won’t be so fucking nice.”
“You wouldn’t have needed to save me from your brother if you didn’t give him permission to beat me in the first place.”
Good God, this woman was treading on dangerous ground, pushing me, provoking me, causing the blood in my veins to boil with a lethal mixture of rage and lust.
I squeezed my fingers tighter around her throat, leaning my face closer to hers. The citrus scent of the shampoo she used was familiar since it was my goddamn shampoo. But on her, it smelled fucking delicious, tantalizing my taste buds. I wanted to taste her, lick her, bite her, devour her until there was nothing fucking left.
“You need to know when to keep your goddamn mouth shut.”
“And you need to learn when to keep your fucking fingers to yourself.”
I smiled. Her bravery—or stupidity—amused me. I loosened my grip around her neck a little then lifted a finger, tracing it softly across her luscious lips. “You mean this finger?” I placed my middle finger on her lips as well before forcing it inside her mouth. “Or this finger? They were both inside you, little mouse, and you rode them like your fucking life depended on it.” Around and around, I swirled my fingers through her mouth, expecting her to take a chance and bite down, but she didn’t. In fact, I felt her tongue move, grazing against my fingertips, like she was inviting me, coaxing me to give her more.
If only you knew how much more I wanted to give you, little mouse…and how much I want to take from you…
“Can you taste yourself on my fingers, your pleasure?”
Her blue irises grew brighter with every passing second, but she didn’t try to hide the anger and the hate.
I loved it.
I loved how she looked at me with hate and lust, rage and desire, fury and need.
With a sexual hunger starting to bubble in the pit of my stomach, my cock twitching, wanting, demanding to take her, I licked my lips while keeping my gaze on hers. Her chest was rapidly rising and falling, pressing her breasts harder against my body, aggravating the ache in my groin.
“How do you taste, little mouse?” I leaned closer, never taking my eyes off her mouth. “Tell me what you taste like.”