Page 112 of Cruel Knots

Heat rises to my neck and cheeks.

“Get over here,” Damien says, drawing my attention to him. Droplets of water drip from the planes of his muscled torso as he stands by the shower door.

“Yeah, get over there,” Leon adds. “I’ll join you shortly.”

My core throbs at his implication. They’re both going to take me in the shower.

Sucking in a breath, I let the sheet fall off me.

Damien’s gaze grows warmer as he steps under the shower again. Steam clouds the glass walls and billows all around his tall, powerful body. His wet dark strands look blacker than ink.

My gaze shifts lower to catch a glimpse of his long, thick cock. It’s already semi-erect and curving upward.

I enter the stall and move under the shower, letting the hot water soak into my hair and scalp. It’s a struggle to overcome my shyness and act normal while his heated gaze stays fixed on me.

Water drips from my eyelashes as Damien comes closer and cups my face in his hands. My lips part on their own accord as he draws closer to kiss me.

His tongue swirls around mine as he pulls me closer. Our wet bodies press together and his cock wedges itself between our stomachs.

Damien’s kisses and touches tell me cares for me, but when he speaks to me, all I can hear is his doubts. There’s still a hint of mistrust in the way he talks and acts around me.

I desperately want him to see how much I still care for him, that his ruined face doesn’t make a difference to the feelings I held onto all these years.

Water pounds on our shoulders as we kiss and press our naked bodies together. His hands move down to my ass, palming each cheek, making me moan into his mouth.

Breaking away suddenly, he reaches around me to grab a bottle of body shampoo. Squirting a large dollop onto his palm, he works up a lather.

The scent of strawberries wafts into my nostrils, calming me.

I stand still as he begins washing my body, starting with my breasts. My nipples harden as his warm hands slick all over my heavy globes.

A moan escapes me as he proceeds to the flat of my belly and further between my thighs. His lathered fingers swipe over my seam and my inner thighs, taking care of the mess he’d left there earlier.

I look up at him, taking in the way water drips down his dark strands. His face is a canvas of cruel lashes but I still find him beautiful.

No matter how the world sees him, Damien is my beautiful monster.

I grab the body shampoo and proceed to clean him as well. He watches me intently as I lather up his chest and taut abs. My palms smoothly glide over his skin, enjoying the hardness of his muscles.

Moving lower, I wash his thick cock and heavy balls. A groan escapes him as my fingers curl over his shaft.

Tightening my grip, I pump him harder, drawing more groans from him.

Kneeling before him, I take care to wash the suds off his thickly-veined shaft. Feeling bold, I swipe my tongue over the head.

Damien’s groans grow louder.

Smiling to myself, I proceed to take his shaft into my mouth. My lips stretch wide to accommodate his thick girth as I suck him.

“Fuck, Lucia,” he moans, his fingers digging into my wet strands.

Feeling more confident, I swallow him in deeper. His thick head slips into my throat, making it hard to breathe, but the noises Damien makes drive me on. It feels like I’ve come across a secret to gain some control over him and make him thrash and groan on my whim.

“Your mouth feels so good,” he says through clenched teeth. “It’s tight and hot, just like your sweet pussy.” His hips jerk and thrust forward, slipping deeper into my throat, making it difficult not to gag.

Tears run down my cheeks, mingling with the water from the shower but I soldier on. He has to know what I’m willing to do to show how I feel for him.

“Fuck, stop!” he hisses, suddenly drawing out of my mouth.

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