“Rosalie,” I groan as I slump back against the tiles. I let the orgasm tear through me, my body jerking from the overwhelming pleasure.
I watch as my release hits the tiles and thrust into my fist a couple more times to ride the last of the ecstasy.
When the pleasure fades away, I rest my head against the wall and stare at the water.
It’s clear I’m falling for Rosalie. My sperm washing down the drain is proof of that.
But I’m worried Rosalie will never be able to look at me and not see the man who took part in killing her family.
Blyad'.
Just take one day at a time. You have three years to work for her forgiveness.
“Luna, no!” I hear Rosalie’s panicked voice.
My eyebrow pops up because I’m pretty sure it’s coming from my room.
“No, don’t walk and poop all over the place,” Rosalie shrieks.
Turning off the faucets, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Yanking the door open, it’s to see the puppy trying to eat her own shit while Rosalie’s pushing her away so she can wipe it up.
“What. The. Fuck,” I mutter, wondering how the hell this happened. There’s a row of tiny turds over my floor.
Rosalie’s head snaps up, and her eyes go wide as saucers. “Ah… uhm.” Her gaze burns over the waterdrops on my chest, down to the towel, then back to my chest. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, then she starts blinking faster.
Luna grabs a chunk of shit and beelines out of the bedroom.
“Crap,” Rosalie mutters, then she darts up and runs after the dog.
I start to chuckle, but when Rosalie cries, “No, drop it. Don’t! Eww!” I lose it and burst out laughing.
Sidestepping the remaining shit on the floor, I walk to my ensuite closet and quickly pull on a pair of sweatpants. Just as the fabric covers my cock, Rosalie walks back into my bedroom.
Her eyes zoom in on my pelvis, then she spins around and sputters, “S-sorry. Tell me when you’re dressed so I can clean up.”
“I’m dressed,” I chuckle.
She turns around, and her eyes almost roll out of her head as she tries to look away. “Are you going to put on a shirt?”
“You can be glad I’m wearing sweatpants. I like to sleep naked.” Walking to the bathroom, I grab some toilet paper and hold it out to Rosalie. “I’m not touching the landmines. It’s all yours.”
She takes the toilet paper from me and quickly wipes up the mess, then flushes it down my toilet.
“Where’s Luna?” I ask.
“In my bathroom.” Rosalie looks a little green. “She ate the poop.”
“Yummy,” I tease her.
She points to where the mess was. “Sorry, I wanted to take her outside, but she ran into your room.”
I cross my arms over my chest and stare her down until she starts fidgeting. “Can you make coffee?”
She gives me a hopeful look. “If I make you some, promise you won’t be mad at Luna.”
“Negotiating, are we?” I can’t keep the grin from forming on my face.
“I make really good coffee,” she tries to sweeten the deal.