A lump lodges in my throat at the wordpunish, and then a shiver travels up my spine. He probably means sexually, but I’m not taking any chances with this maniac.
“So, what will it be? A warm bath? Or a night in the dungeon?”
Well, a bath does sound far nicer. I’m still covered in golden body shimmer, and I smell like Steve’s pea-green couch.
“Fine. I will take the goddamn bath,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
I doubt he means a bath alone. He’s going to watch, of course.
He can watch all he wants. I’m no stranger when it comes to taking my clothes off for alphas.
Just so long as he knows that he can’t touch.
I go to take my coat off, but Kilian reaches across and helps me out of the sleeves. Then he turns me around and unhooks my bra, and his fingers are surprisingly gentle.
He lets me take off the rest of my stage costume as I slip out of my panties, scowling at him from over my shoulder as I head toward his bathroom buck-naked.
His gaze rakes up and down my backside the whole time, and I won’t deny that it’s freaking hot.
I’m used to the approval of alphas. It always fueled me when I was up on stage, twirling my legs around the stripper pole, but when this alpha looks at me...
I come to life. It’s like his eyes electrify my every being.
No getting distracted, Ravyn. Focus now.
All the breath leaves my lungs when I stop at the threshold of his giant bathroom, and maybe I did die and go to heaven. There are marble steps leading to the bathtub, which may as well be a swimming pool. It’s enormous.
It has solid gold taps and faucets for dispensing soap, and a small groan slips from my lips.
So inviting.
Steam curls from the hot water as I bite my lip, moving to the first step. Killian watches me as he leans against the wall, and it appears he’s giving me some space.
I climb up the steps, dipping my toe into the steaming water.
Sweet fuck. That’s soothing.
So I dip my feet all the way inside the massive tub until I’m fully submerged. The water stops at my shoulders, and I’m practically floating. My feet can barely touch the ground.
I lay my head back, letting the hot water caress my aching limbs. My head is still throbbing after Martina punched me, but I notice my eye has healed a little.
Did a certain someone place an ice pack over my eye while I was asleep?
There are jets beneath the tub, and I’m going to be sitting on one of those later. I bet they would feel good on my pussy.
But first, I need to wash. I still smell like the strip club.
I reach across for the shampoo dispenser, but then Killian stops my hand, pumping it for me instead. When he gathers enough shampoo, he rubs his fingers together, extending them toward my head.
“May I?”
I raise a brow. Does he want to wash my hair? Whatever. Fine by me.
I lean against the side of the tub as he sits on the ledge, working his fingers through my scalp.
Oh, that hits the spot.
His large fingers massage my head, and my skull feels like dough beneath his strong hands. When he lathers up enough soap, he grabs a jug of water and pours it over me.