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“No, but I’ve thought a lot about how I would react if I saw him again,” I say quietly. “Would he have raped me if I hadn’t shoved him away? Did he do this to someone else? Does his wife know? For a while, I asked myself if it was somehow my fault? Did I do something to deserve this?” By the end, my voice is cracking as the images flood my mind.

Reliving that taps open my emotions to how I felt small then, trapped, and confused.

Tears roll down my cheeks, and Kian sinks to his knees in front of me. His thumbs wipe my tears away, and he puts his arms around me.

“He’ll never hurt you again. You did nothing wrong, he’s a degenerate and he should be punished, and he will be, I swear.”

He lifts me in his arms, and carries me back up the stairs, and inside the most magnificent bathroom, an immense white and round tub next to a high window overlooking the city in the middle. The shower covers over half the wall, black marble, and white marble sink. He fills the tub with water and oils, and I get in.

My hands drop to the side, and a heavy pant leaves his body.

“I can’t get enough of watching you.” He scoots behind me in the tub and rubs my neck.

This is dreamy. “I could get used to this.”

“It can be arranged,” he says with a grin.

What happened to Mister stay-away-I-am-not-good, disappearing-only-to-crash-once-again-in-my-life? I don’t care, right now it feels perfect. I place my head in the crook of his neck and nibble on his skin, and his cock hardens at my back.

I turn around so that we are face to face. I take his cock in my hand, rubbing the pad of my finger around its head, and Kian grips the ends of the tub.

“Harder angel, it won’t break.”

“Show me how you like it.”

And he does. He puts his hand above mine and together, we bring him to his climax. He groans with his powerful release. His hands slide around my ass and he lifts me above the water. I squeal and water sloshes over the tub. He dips his head between, and says in a raspy voice, “Hello, my pretty pussy. I know you’re sore after taking my cock. Let me make it better with my tongue.”

I moan until my voice cracks, throwing my head back and begging for mercy. For more, less, for him to stop, but never stop at all, while he brings me pleasure with his mouth and fingers I didn’t even believe it was possible.

“Kian?” I ask after I’ve come down from the earth-shattering orgasm he coaxed out of me.

“Yes, angel?”

“That tongue of yours was made to lick me.”

He chuckles and laps lazily until the aftershocks of my body fade away. I love the easiness floating around us. It’s relaxed and intimate. I put my hands around his neck and play with the ends of his hair. His gray-greenish eyes lighten up, and we kiss until we gasp for air, then we rinse each other off. His hard cock greets me again, and I peer up at him, pointing at his erection.

“Keep it on a leash. He’s gonna kill me.”

Kian throws his head back, and the throaty, deep sound reverberates through me and awakens millions of butterflies.

“Angel, it’s you who unleashed him. Are you up for the challenge?”

“You bet I am,” I say, as I raise onto my tiptoes as he dips his head, and our mouths meet in the middle.

Chapter 14

Ellia

My eyes flutter open in hopes of finding the man that has a thousand sunshines to warm me up from within. But in his place are just ruffled sheets. I pat the cool sheet and determine he has been away a while. I want to take away the misery he wears like one of his shirts, immaculate, and perfectly fitted. I get on my feet to find my tormented man.

Downstairs, I take a right turn, and there he is, in his armchair, fingers massaging his temples, and a flash of pain hits my chest. The loneliness he exudes is an armor well-worn over years, now a part of him, as he rules from the middle of his torment.

His naked chest rises and falls, his bare feet planted on the floor, slightly parted. Strands of hair hang loosely on the side of his face, covering his high cheekbones. He is the most beautiful picture of torment, and it calls to me.

I tiptoe to him, and he lifts his gaze, a small smile appearing in the corners of his lips. He opens his arms, and my heart speeds in my chest at the open invitation. I straddle him, and he holds me close to his chest.

I whisper and caress his chest. “Can’t sleep?”

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