Page 45 of Wolf.e

The mirror begins to fog, pulling me from my thoughts and reminding me to step into the steamy shower, just as Gabriel re-enters the bathroom.

He leans back against the sink and stares as I let the water fall like rain over my skin, the heat soothing my aching muscles that are still coming down from the adrenaline. I almost fold my hands in front of me, partially out of habit and partially to stop his stare but instead I push back against my fears.

I lift my arms and face him, tilting my head slightly and skimming my hands back over my hair, staring right at him while I’m naked and on display.

“Must you sit there while I shower?” I ask as I rinse hotel-smelling shampoo from my hair. He’s already seen all of me. It shouldn’t really bother me that he's watching the water run down my naked body, but still, I have to ask.

“Yes,” Gabriel answers simply, settling in.

My choices. My thoughts.

I will choose how to be his captive. I won’t give him the fear he seems to crave unless I want to. I’ve seen everything he’s capable of now, so as odd as it sounds, I have nothing left to fear.

“Suit yourself,” I deadpan with a shrug, placing a hefty dollop of conditioner in my palm.

I don’t miss his smirk as I work to wash away all the sin from this night. He settles in and folds his arms over his chest.

I’m vulnerable before him, yet the way he looks at me—how his normally light eyes turn dark and trace my body, absorbing my every move—only makes me feel powerful.

More powerful than I’ve ever felt.

I watch Brinley behind the shower glass as she rinses her hair. She has no idea how close she came to death. How lucky she is I saved her life…

“She has to die. You know that?” Jake asks

“Clean this up,” I tell Robby and two prospects, gesturing to the pathetic corpse face down on the tarp. “And send this one back with the extra set of balls in his mouth, sew them in then safety pin the note to his lips, let them all know this is what’s coming to them if they touch anyone we care about again.”

“You want me to go after that little sprite, boss?” Kai asks, nodding his head toward the woods where Brinley took off. I don’t like that he calls her sprite—a good girl. Something about their assumptions just pisses me off.

“Fuck, she’s Layla’s friend,” Ax says.

“It’s gotta be done,” Jake tells him.

“Fuck.” Ax runs a hand over his beard. “If you have to do it, do it quick.”

I shake my head. The only thing I can think is, not her.

“No. No one touches Brinley,” I order. “She’s mine to handle,” I say over my shoulder, making sure every one of them nods before I push through the screen door and go after her.

The sigh Brinley lets out in the steamy bathroom pulls me back to reality. For the second time in forty-eight hours, I’ve witnessed her face something traumatic, and yet here she is, standing before me in all her naked glory like it hasn’t fazed her.

Her body is something I simply can’t look away from. I didn’t plan to stay when I came in to check on her after I ended my phone call with Ax, but the moment I saw the water rushing over those perfect full tits and down to her soft, curvy waist, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

My eyes feast and catalogue every single curve, every part of her. Shapely thighs that filter up to the prettiest pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on, and a full, perfect ass that curves up to her lower back with a soft dip that begs for my hands. And just as I suspected, not one tattoo, not one piercing.

She’s a blank canvas. One I will mark up, repeatedly, in every place I can.

My cock throbs against my zipper as she wrings out her hair, smoothing her hands over her body, her perfect pink nipples hardened to little points begging for my teeth. Brinley squeezes hotel body wash into her palm and begins to wash her shoulders, suds skimming over her, clinging to her the way the ocean outside laps at the shore. My brow furrows as I realize it’s going to fuck up the way she smells and I hate that.

As she lifts her gaze to me and runs both hands over her tits, chasing the suds away, I unbuckle my jeans without thought. I’ve known full well since the first second I laid eyes on her that this woman is in unchartered waters for me. The moment I allow myself to cum with her name on my lips, I will be fully giving in to this obsession, and that time is now.

I free my cock, it bobs out from my boxers and points straight at her. I spit into my palm and grip it before she even notices what I’m doing. And notice she does the second she shuts off the shower and looks over at me. My cock has never been harder or angrier after her visual torture. Her eyes take in my size first, then move with wide curiosity to the wrung of six barbells that line the underside of my shaft, forming a ladder. I instantly know she has no idea what to do with it or why, but she’ll understand soon enough. Her eyes show her interest and tell me she’s never seen any kind of a piercing on a man before and I’m not surprised. I wouldn’t expect anything less.

“Come here,” I demand as she wraps a towel around her body. Her face appears unsure, but her eyes tell a different story. Her eyes tell me she wants whatever I have to offer her, but her proper upbringing makes her fight the urge to look at me.

“Look,” I tell her, nodding down. “Look what you do to me, Brinley Rose,” I say, slowly pumping my rock-hard cock as she stands in front of me.

Brinley’s eyes widen even more as she watches and the blush I crave slinks up her throat. I look down at her, so vulnerable, so clean in front of me that the urge I have to dirty her right up takes over as I run my thumb along her juicy bottom lip.

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