Page 172 of Dark Fate

Rhylandgives me a pointed look, clearly not buying my attempt at a quick excuse.

"I'm just... not ready to have you dive into... you know? That…yet," I say, stumbling over my words as I try to explain my unease with him being intimate while Mother Nature has her unwelcome say.

"Hmm," he hums, threading his gentle hands through my hair. He's still not buying it, and I know I need to distract him. And what better time to dish out my payback for that bullshit edging game he left me in earlier? Two can play at this game.

I press my body against his, feeling the hard planes of his muscles slick from the shower. I tilt my head up, my lips brushing against his ear as I whisper, "There's…other things we can do. Something that will make you forget all about your questions."

I lock eyes with him, a smoldering look promising a world of pleasure and sin.

“But first, I think we should finish getting cleaned up.” My voice purrs as I reach for the soap. Lathering it between my palms, I drag my hands across his massive chest, shoulders, and arms.

Steam rises like a cloud of forbidden desires as the warm water cascades over us. My fingers trail down his chiseled chest, teasing and tempting. A mischievous grin crosses my lips.

His breath hitches, his desire tangible. “Oh, yeah? What’ve you got planned, baby?”

I trail open-mouth kisses down his neck, savoring his taste. I work my way down his chest, paying extra attention to his hard nipples, flicking them with my tongue and biting gently. A groan rumbles from his chest as he tangles his hands in my hair, urging me on.

I reach down, my soapy hands gliding over his thickness. With each stroke, he moans. “Every inch of you needs to be spotless,” I purr, smirking at his reaction.

His rough hands grasp me, his kiss feral and demanding, his tongue claiming mine. My strokes become bolder, my touch teasing as I move faster.

He hisses as I cup his balls, sending jolts of pleasure through him. His reaction fuels my boldness.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he grunts. “Keep stroking, just like—fuck—don’t stop.”

The suds froth with the friction, building as I work him faster. His mouth hangs open, his breathing ragged, his hips thrusting into my fist.

“You want to come, big boy?” I tease. “Want me to milk this big fat cock of yours?”

The dirty words spill from my lips, urging him on. His body is taut, his desire tangible.

“Goddamn, yes.” His voice is raw. “Your dirty mouth is going to be the death of me.”

A naughty smile plays on my lips as I stroke him faster. “You like your girl filthy? Going to paint me with your cum?”

He bucks at the image. “Fuck, yes, I want you to swallow it,” he grits out. “I’m close, Angel. So fucking close.”

"Ouch—my hand!" I gasp dramatically, my voice dripping with feigned concern. "It's just so... cramped. How unfortunate." I pull my hand away, leaving him teetering on the brink, his breath coming in sharp pants.

With a cheeky wink and a mischievous grin, I duck out from under him, leaving him high and dry (well, maybe not so dry, given the circumstances). I can't help but feel a little smug as I take in his bewildered expression, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Oops, did I leave you hanging?" I ask innocently, my smile as sweet as sugar but with a devilish glint in my eyes that betrays my true intentions. "How terribly rude of me."

I turn my back, continuing my washing ritual as if I didn’t just deny him the climax he craved.

His growl is feral, a mix of raw frustration and barely contained desire. It echoes off the shower walls, a primal sound that sends shivers down my spine. But there's a hint of amusement in his voice when he finally speaks, a low, rumbling laugh that vibrates through his chest.

"Fucking hell, woman," he grits out, his eyes narrowing as they lock onto mine. "Playing dirty, are we? I see how it is."

He shakes his head, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite his obvious irritation. "Payback's a bitch, isn't it, baby?"

I can't help but grin wider, my eyes sparkling with mischief and a hint of triumph. "Oh, you have no idea, babe," I purr, my voice laced with playful challenge. "But don't worry, I'm sure you'll find a way to... even the score."

His eyes flash with a mix of irritation and admiration, a potent cocktail that only fuels the fire between us. "Oh, I'll even the score alright," he promises, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "And when I do, you'll be begging for mercy, little girl."

The mood shifts like a record scratch, the playful tension evaporating in an instant.Rhylandtowers over me, his eyes narrowing as he pins me with a look that sends a shiver down my spine. "I'm glad you had your little fun," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "Now, when you're ready to come clean about what went on up here..." He taps the side of my head, his touch gentle but firm. "I'll be waiting."

With that, he turns on his heel and leaves me alone, gaping after him like a fish out of water—my heart pounds in my chest, a mixture of excitement and trepidation coursing through my veins.

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