Page 28 of Devil's Riches

“Yeah. That’s where I found my uncle’s tapes,” he replied before lifting his shirt over his head. His shoes and pants came off next, and then he walked over to the shower and stepped in next to me.

We didn’t speak after that. We just stood together under the streaming water and helped each other get clean, soapy hands traveling over every inch of our bruised, battered bodies.

When I closed my eyes and stuck my face under the hot spray for a few seconds, Nate’s hands began to roam over my back, and he moved his head down to my neck and pressed his lips to my skin.

In a surge of heat, my body remembered the last time he let his guard down around me and kissed my neck like that. Something wild fluttered inside me, like butterflies set free, and I turned back to face him and tangled myself in his arms.

We still didn’t need to say a word to each other. We both knew what was happening. What we wanted and needed.

Nate’s hands moved to my ass, and he lifted me up, eyes swirling with fire and lust. Without hesitation, he slid inside me, finding me slick and ready. I gasped and grabbed onto his back, raking my nails down his skin as he bounced me on his cock. He picked up speed, pumping in and out so hard that it almost hurt. The savagery of it sent me spiraling out of control faster than ever before.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered against his mouth as his body bumped up against my clit with each rough movement. “I’m gonna…”

I couldn’t even finish the sentence. My orgasm slammed into me like a freight train, sending me flying over the edge, and my body shook like crazy as I gasped and moaned. Nate held me in place, hips still pumping fast and hard.

“Do it again,” he commanded, his voice coming out in a low growl. “Come for me.”

I knew he loved the feeling of my muscles contracting on him, so I closed my eyes and let the warm pressure build in my core again, waiting for it to explode outward. It didn’t take long. Another few thrusts and I was spiraling out of control again, panting and moaning.

Nate kept going, fucking me like a crazed man. My eyes fluttered open as the heat from my second climax faded, and I dug my nails into his back and slid my mouth over the shell of his ear.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you,” I said breathlessly, feeling the stirrings of yet another orgasm. “For any of the shit you’ve done to me.”

“I know. It doesn’t mean I trust you, either,” he muttered in response, sinking deep enough to make me cry out.

The timbre of his voice was enough to push me over the edge again, and I tipped my head back and gasped. As stars exploded across my vision, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’d made the right decision earlier when I told him I wanted to stay with him. Whether he liked it or not, I wasn’t really his captive anymore. I was here willingly, captive to my insatiable need for his body.

I didn’t want to be free from that. I didn’t want him to let me go.

He kept fucking me, driving me mad with every harsh movement and rough kiss. Then his hips bucked as his brows furrowed. He let out a deep groan and stilled, spurting his release deep inside me.

When he finally lowered me back to the tiled floor, I could barely stand on my own. My legs felt like jelly. I managed to remain upright long enough to wash away the fluids leaking out of me, and then I stepped out of the shower and collapsed onto the fluffy bathmat with a deep groan of satisfaction.

Nate turned the water off and grabbed two towels from a silver rail. He tossed one over to me before drying himself off, eyes never leaving me.

“You can sleep in my bed tonight,” he finally said. “With me.”

The intensity in his eyes as he looked at me made my stomach flutter. I rubbed the soft towel over my arms and shook my head. “I don’t want to sleep just yet,” I murmured, cheeks flushing with warmth.

“You should. You can barely even walk.”

I looked down at the bathmat as my core clenched like a fist. I thought I was completely and utterly spent just moments ago, but now, frissons of electricity were jolting through me all over again. I needed more from Nate tonight. So much more.

I looked up at him again.

“I’m not tired,” I said, letting the towel fall away. “But you can take me to bed anyway.”

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