Page 47 of Devious Lies

“Come here, Baby Girl. Let me take care of you. Let me clean you up and tuck you in, and we can talk more tomorrow. Okay?” he tells me.

I nod my head and he does just as he says. I’m beginning to think he always follows through.

He takes a soft fluffy loofah off a hook, and he pours body wash on it.

It smells like him. Something masculine and spicy.

Then, as I stand in his shower like a deer in headlights, Luc starts to wash me.

“Turn around,” he murmurs, and somehow this feels more intimate than when he fucked me only minutes ago.

The tears keep coming, but my crying is silent. Luc just continues to watch as he runs the loofah then his hands up and down my body, over my breasts, and belly, my ass, and my sore pussy.

He turns the knob on one of the showerheads and cups some of the water. Then he cups my pussy with that same hand, and I yelp.

“Cold,” I whisper.

“It’ll help,” he says, and I have to admit, he has a point.

He does it several more times. Just cupping the cold water and holding it where I still ache.

He washes my hair, and I almost don’t remember the color shampoo I use, but his discerning eyes take it in as he watches the dark mess go down the drain.

My original color is lighter, with gold and red highlights. And as he conditions it next, I know he is curious about the waves and curls starting to spring back to life.

I feel overwhelmed with warring emotions.

Grateful.

Sated.

Needy.

Scared.

But most of all, I feel this glimmer of hope and with every passing moment it gets stronger and brighter. I’m not sure I should trust it, or him, but I can’t help it.

This man is a conundrum.

Why did he take me to his bed?

Why does he say I’m his?

I want to be, I realize, and it scares the shit out of me. I want to belong to Luc. But he can have anyone. Knowing that, why would he want me?

He does. Obviously. I’m sure I wouldn’t be here if he didn’t. Luc kisses my head, and I swear I sway on my feet.

He is tender, but he can be rough. He’s smart, but not a showoff. He’s strong, I saw him kick that guy’s ass.

He makes no sense. I can’t fit him into any one square.

Maybe that’s what I like about him the most.

Or maybe it’s his pierced cock, my dirty inner voice says.

But I’m leery and nervous. Once he finds out I’m a liar, what then?

“I got you,” Luc says, bringing me out of the downward spiral I’m headed in.

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