“I didn’t see where you keep the towels in here.”
“That’s because we don’t.”
“Then why did you –”
“I wanted to see if you were still lying to me.”
You could hear a pen drop a mile away. I opened and closed my mouth but no words came out. He stared at me for a few seconds longer and then walked over to the shower and cut the water on. When he walked back over to me, I took a step back but he caught the front of my dress and pulled me to him. He spun me around and unzipped the back and when it was off, he nudged me into the shower. He left the bathroom and returned moments later with two cloths and two towels in his hand. He continued to ignore me while he slipped out of his jeans and shirt and when he stepped into the shower, I moved over to put space between us.
He grabbed the bar of soap out the dish and grabbed my neck next, pulling me to him again. “Wash me,” he ordered, placing the cloth in my hand.
“Aren’t you going to punish me?”
“Do you want me to punish you?” I faltered and realized I didn’t know how to answer that question. No, dumb ass! I mentally screamed the answer to myself but yet the words couldn’t pass my lips. He smirked and said, “I know you better than you know yourself, Monroe. I’m not going to punish you…tonight. I’m fucking tired. Controlling you is exhausting.”
“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?” Did I say that out loud?
He eyed me and said, “Careful…I’m not that tired.” I looked down and fingered the soapy cloth in my hand. He released a harsh breath and gripped my wrist bringing it up to his chest. “You can start here.”
My hand automatically began moving in circles across his chest. He had an impressive build for an eighteen year old but no one would ever have accused Keiran of being ordinary. He watched me as I washed him and I almost dropped the cloth a few times. When I reached his lower stomach and the hard erection stretched against it, I paused. I slowly ran the cloth up and down, my nervousness making my grip firm and I briefly hoped I was hurting him the way he does me when he takes me. But you like the pain…
The groan that erupted from his throat sounded pleasurable rather painful so I tightened my grip and continued the up and down motion. The hot water pounding over us was forgotten as I concentrated on making him hurt.
“Fuck,” he groaned again. “Unless you want me to fuck you right now, I suggest you stop playing with my dick. I know what you were trying to do. It would be more efficient if you kneed me in the balls.”
I kept my gaze down to hide the guilt and quickly finished washing him. When I finished he soaped the other cloth and washed my body with surprisingly gentle, massaging strokes. Before I knew it, I was closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation.
When he finished washing me he brusquely ordered me to get out and I bit back a retort for his rudeness. I dried off slowly, hoping it pissed him off and then left to wait in his room. I could still hear the shower running as I rummaged through the bag he packed for me. After searching three times I realized he forgot to pack pajamas for me. I huffed and sat on the edge of the bed. He finally came in moments later with a towel wrapped around his waist. This was my second time seeing him like that and the effect was even stronger than the last.
“I don’t have pajamas.”
He unwrapped his towel and used a corner to dry off his chest. The urge to taste his skin was overwhelming. When he dropped his towel on the floor and switched off the light, plunging the room in darkness my ire rose. He approached the bed and dropped down on the mattress.
“I sleep nude so you will too.”
“I really prefer not to so if you could loan me a shirt…”
“Sleep naked or sleep on the floor.” He sounded as if he was already half asleep. I could only make out his shadow among the bed sheets.
“You’re being unreasonable.” Silence greeted me. After a few minutes I stood up and dropped the towel. I pulled back the sheets while eyeing him carefully and quickly slipped inside using the sheet to cover my naked body. His breathing sounded even so I assumed he’d already fallen asleep. I shifted until I was as far away from him as I could get without falling off the bed.
“Keiran?”
“What?”
“Why did you have sex with me in front of your cousin?” I held my breath, waiting for an answer.
“He needed to see that you were only mine.”
“Why did he need to see that?” I asked, confused.
“Because he wants to fuck you.” He said it as casually as if we were discussing the weather.
I frowned. “What would make you think that?”
“My cousin will fuck anything that moves.”
“And yet he hasn’t fucked you.”
“Monroe…”
“Sorry.” I suppressed the sneaky laugh bubbling in my chest but it quickly died when a disturbing thought occurred to me. “Would you let him have me?”
His arms were around my waist in a flash, pulling me across the bed toward him. He flipped me onto my back, tucked me into his side, and leaned over me to peer into my eyes.
“No one will ever have you but me.”
“How can you be so sure?” I asked, feigning anger even as my heart skipped a beat.
“Because I’ll kill you first. You’re mine, Monroe. That will never change.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Fuck Mondays,” I muttered to myself. The day was halfway over and I kept thinking about the second I could escape this hell but then I remembered you could never actually leave hell when you sold your soul to the devil himself.
I’ve been playing his shadow all day and I was sick of it. Keiran was everywhere, all the time, without actually being around. The stares and whispers I’ve been receiving were draining. Don’t get me wrong, I was used to it, but for different reasons. There were so many rumors circulating about what I was doing with Keiran, none of it good. To make matters worse Willow would barely talk or look at me in Volleyball today. I had to find a way to talk to her later without Keiran knowing.
I pushed open the bathroom door and immediately caught sight of Anya primping in the mirror. What she needed to primp for in the middle of a class period, I had no clue. She was standing in her signature high heels and mini skirt. I evilly wished she would trip and fall at least once. Maybe then she would get the clue that stilettos weren’t meant for school.
“Well if it isn’t the whore of Bainbridge High,” she sneered.
“Funny. I was going to say the same about you.”
“I don’t steal people’s boyfriends.”
“No. You just spread your legs for them. Do you at least ask for dinner first?”
Her eyes narrowed and I noticed her fist ball at her side. “When Keiran is done with you, I will make you sorry.”
“Too late. I’m already sorry.”
“You think you’re special but you’re not. He just wants to fuck you for whatever reason. You’re not even pretty.”
“Gee thanks. Maybe he wanted a change of scenery. Something less shallow.”
She narrowed her eyes and placed a hand on her hip. “Did you just call me fat?” she huffed.
I choked back a laugh. Wow, she really is an airhead. “I’m sorry. What was I thinking?”
“Whatever. Stay away from Keiran. He’s mine.”
“That’s kind of hard when he can’t seem to stay from me. But I’ll tell you what…you can keep him and when I’m through with him I’ll toss him back.”
“You’ll never get the chance. Trevor has something planned for you, and Keiran will be all mine again.”
I managed to maintain a bored expression. She was watching me closely for a reaction but I refused to give her one. “You let me know how that works out for you, will you?”
“Bitch,” she spat. She charged for the door and bumped my shoulder on the way out.