Page 74 of Demons

Thatcher took my hand and pulled me up.

“You came inside me?” I said, still not believing that I hadn’t thought about it.

He nodded.

I licked my lips, and he reached behind me and turned off the water.

“Stay in here where it’s warm, and I’ll get you a towel.”

That was all he was going to say? I had his cum leaking between my legs, and he was getting me a towel. I’d just had sex with a crazy man, and I’d known it when I let him touch me. I had basically begged him to. Once he put his hands on my body, I lost common sense.

He stepped out, and my eyes went to his muscular, round ass and the two dimples right above it on his lower back. He was a walking wet dream. Could I truly blame myself? Most girls didn’t get to lose their virginity to a man who looked like that one. Or fucked like him.

I closed my eyes and sighed. I was in trouble. I’d convinced myself my feelings for him weren’t real deep, and I’d almost believed it. But now that I’d had the man buried inside me, I knew better. What I felt went well beyond what it should. I was in dangerous territory. Instead of trying to figure out how to get out of here, I was trying to figure out how to keep Thatcher from getting in trouble. I wasn’t going to press charges, and I would lie and say I ran off with him if asked.

He stepped back inside with a large, fluffy white towel opened up and came over to me, wrapping me up in it. The towel was almost hot, as if it had been heated. I shivered into it, and he pulled me to him, holding me for a moment before placing a hand on my back and leading me out of the rain cave, which was what his shower reminded me of.

When I stepped out onto the rug, he picked up another towel and started drying my hair. He was not helping matters. I needed to be mad. He’d come inside of me. Gone without a condom. I could have some sexually transmitted disease! Had he considered that? He didn’t want to hurt me, but he sure hadn’t thought of my safety when he entered me bare.

“When were you tested last?” I asked him.

“Two weeks ago. I get tested monthly. But I’ll be tested again immediately.” He cupped the side of my face and looked at me. “You’re the first cunt I’ve taken raw.”

So … that meant without a condom?

His eyes traveled down to my lips. “I’ve never forgotten before.”

“Then, I should be fine?”

He nodded. “Yeah, you’re okay. I wouldn’t lie to you about that.”

“I’m on birth control.”

“I know.”

I tensed as he finished with my hair, and I grabbed the towel that he’d wrapped around me to turn and glare up at him. “How do you know?”

His lips curled up at the corners. “I’ve been in your bedroom, little doll. I’ve seen your things.”

I raised my eyebrows. “You’ve snooped, you mean?”

A deep chuckle came from his chest. “You get pissy, and I’ll spread those legs before your tender cunt is ready.”

I sucked in a breath and felt my nipples harden. Thank God the towel was hiding it.

He ran the back of his hand down my cheek and over my collarbone. “Getting flushed doesn’t help either.”

Dammit.

I spun around and stalked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom I’d woken up in earlier. The T-shirt I’d been wearing was gone, and I had nothing to put on. My grip on the towel tightened as I stood there, not sure what to do.

I felt him come up behind me. He ran a hand down my bare arm.

“Is it sore? Are you hurt?” The concern in his tone was gonna do me in.

I closed my eyes and inhaled through my nose. “No. I mean, I’m not hurt, but I can feel it.” The way he’d filled me and stretched me was still a nice ache between my legs.

He pulled my damp hair back away from my shoulders. “Lie down, and I’ll make it feel better.”

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