Page 23 of Unforgivable

“Are you sure about that?” I whispered, leaning in until only an inch separated us. I felt his body quiver against me, felt his heart thumping out a rhythm that bled into mine. I pressed in a little closer until the evidence of his scared arousal hit my leg.

My gaze slipped down reflexively and I heard the breath catch in Rhys' throat.

Ahh, so he's a grower rather than a shower. At least he's got that going for him. And it seems like little Rhys is a fear slut. Intriguing…

I dragged my eyes back up to his, the purple hue of his irises glazed over with a potent mixture of fear and lust. “You can't hide what your body wants from me, Rhys. I can feel your pulse racing…” I murmured seductively, trailing one of my hands gently down his chest.

Rhys' eyelids fluttered as I brushed a thumb across his nipple, the bud hardening under my touch. “I can hear your breathing speed up…”

I continued down to circle a finger around his navel, cataloging every twitch of his muscles. “I see your dick dripping for me…” I breathed, my fingertips dragging slowly across the top of his pelvis and eliciting another shiver from him.

“Cal…” Rhys gasped, his eyes closed and breath sawing in and out of him. My hand stilled instantly at the sound of my name.

My brain caught on to that single word and came to a grinding halt. No one called me that anymore. Ever. It had been so long since I'd heard it that it sounded foreign to my ears.

And for some inexplicable, Godforsaken reason it sounded…good slipping from Rhys' lips. The pause in my actions had his eyes flickering open and catching mine. For a second, I forgot what I was doing and why I hated him so much. That singular moment of connection brought a quiet peace to my brain that I hadn't experienced in forever.

Rhys' brows drew down slightly in worry, searching my face for answers that he wouldn't find. My mouth was overly dry and I wet my lips, his attention once again snagging on my mouth.

“Cal, what…” he whispered again, and this time my name jarred me out of my stupor. The wall that had been lifted slammed back into place and my bitterness resurfaced. I grasped his hips and flipped him around, pushing him against the shower wall and pinning him with my body.

He instinctively reached out for a hold and I grabbed both his wrists, drawing his arms behind him and capturing them with one of my hands to lock them in place.

“Cal wait, what are you doing?” Rhys asked in a panic.

“Shhh, don't worry, Sweetness. I won't do anything you won't…beg me for,” I said sweetly. I could see in his eyes when the recognition of my words set in. His body went rigid under mine and his jaw locked tight.

“Unfreakingbelievable. Just when I think you have a single redeeming quality…I'd sooner swallow my tongue than beg you for anything, so you might as well let go,” he snapped, giving his arms a little wiggle to try to break free. I couldn't help but notice he wasn't trying very hard.

“Is that really what you want?” I asked, sliding one hand back to his abdomen and feeling it clench under my fingers. His breathing stuttered again and he gasped as I dragged my hand down to rest on the top of his thigh.

“Cal…please,” Rhys started, the plea sounding like a cry to stop and for more in the same breath. I was almost positive what he wanted, but I had to hear it…needed to hear it.

“Do you want me to stop, Rhys?” My voice was a silky whisper. I slowly brushed my fingertips across his groin, close enough to feel the heat of his cock against my knuckles.

“I…I,” he stammered quietly, leaning his forehead against the wall.

“Tell me you want this…” My fingertip traced a soft trail up the side of his dick that was now solid, the tip glistening with precum. He shuddered and my black heart rejoiced that I had him right where I wanted him.

Come on, Sweetness. Just give into it…we both know you want it. Prove me right.

“I…want it,” he whimpered so quietly I almost missed it over the sound of the freezing water next to us. I almost turned it off, but I'd need it to drown out the sounds I intended to pull from him.

“Good answer.” My hand circled his cock and gave it a slow tug that drew out another pulse of milky liquid. Rhys let out a soft moan from deep in his chest as I smeared the precum down his shaft and started jacking him steadily.

“Oh, fff…” Rhys whined, the curse dying as he let out another small moan that had me pumping him a little harder.

“That's right, Sweetness. Let me hear how good this feels,” I teased, releasing his arms and using my free hand to pinch his left nipple gently.

He arched into my grip and released another breathy whine, causing my own pulse to spike. The power he was giving me over his body was overwhelming. I smirked down at him as I watched his face contort with pleasure. I distantly registered that we couldn't keep pushing our luck that we were alone in here, despite the late hour. But I couldn't stop. Not until I got what I came for.

“Are you gonna come for me, Rhys?” I breathed, my fist running up and down his shaft in a merciless pattern. He whimpered again and leaned back into my chest.

“Cal,” he moaned out, scrabbling at the wall in desperation. I could sense he was on a razor's edge, so close I could almost taste his release. Just as I felt his dick throb in my hand and his body start tightening all over, I grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed, stifling his climax.

Rhys let out a groan of protest and dug his nails into my forearm. “Why?…”

“You know what I want…beg for it,” I said, making a slow lap from root to tip. Rhys shook his head and gripped me harder.

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