Page 59 of About Love and Revenge

To my disappointment, he keeps his pants on, but the bulge in the front of them leaves me in no doubt about how aroused he is.

“I'll be right back,” he says and starts to walk away, but then he seems to change his mind and stops. “Today, you are in charge. Tonight will be all about what you want.” Then he enters the master bathroom.

When he turns around, I notice that a large tattoo covers his entire back. I've never met anyone with a tattoo, or at least not one that big.

There's an open door opposite the bathroom, and I'm guessing it's a closet.

I go inside.

There are mirrors all over the walls, and I take the initiative to undress. I release the buttons on the front of the dress. It's ripped near the hem. I haven't changed my clothes since I was attacked. I was too preoccupied with trying to keep myself mentally sane.

The buttons go all the way to the bottom of the skirt, just above the knee, but I'm in no rush to rid them of their buttonholes.

When I'm done, I drop it at my feet. I know I will never use it again. I won't be able to touch it without remembering what happened.

I could not be here right now; I could be stuck somewhere at the mercy of those men.

My body starts to shake again.

I'm wearing a green bra and panties, and I examine myself in the mirrors. There's a scratch under my ribs on the right side, and there's also a bruise on my thigh.

I look at my breasts, covered by the lace of the lingerie, and at the silk panties that cover my sex. Despite me being thin, my hips are a little wide in comparison to my waist. My mother used to say that my body is of the type that men appreciate.

I am suddenly intimidated. That day in my apartment, I wasn't ashamed, but now I remember that Odin must have dated beautiful women.

I look at the dress on the floor and hold back the urge to put it back on; my courage is starting to leave me.

When I look up again, he's standing behind me.

His gaze burns as it travels all over me, and any doubt I might havehad about my body disappears. I bite my lip anxiously, waiting for what he'll do next.

He comes slowly towards me and stands behind me. His fingers touch my waist gently, as if asking for permission, and I place my hands on top of his. He moves closer, bringing our bodies together, letting me feel his desire at the base of my spine.

We look at each other in the mirror.

“So beautiful.” He brushes my hair aside and kisses my neck very lightly, but then he nibbles it and lets his tongue run over my sensitive skin. His hands descend to the waistband of my panties. “Take them off for me.”

Instead of doing what he asks, I unclasp my bra.

When he tightens his grip on me, I know he's holding back. I can feel his breathing become heavier.

My nipples are hard with arousal, and I take his hands again. Intertwining our fingers, I start to pull down my panties.

“Look at both of us in the mirror. Don't look away,” he says.

Moving down just one side of the lingerie with one hand, the fingers of his other hand, still intertwined with mine, touch my sex over the piece. I tilt my head back because the feeling of intimacy is so strong it almost makes me faint.

“You're hot, Elina,” he says as he massages me lightly.

I spread my legs, as there is agony pulsing from between them. A hoarse sound comes from the back of his throat. His hand finds its way towards my pubic hair, diving inside the small piece of fabric, and I feel his finger reaching my pleasure.

“Odin . . .”

“I will devour you. I don't know if I'll be able to stop.”His thumb plays right there as his words shatter my last defenses.

Another finger reaches for my opening and tests it, without invading my wetness, showing me that there won't be any part of me that he will not have. My body takes on a life of its own, and without him asking me to, I coordinate the gentle movements of my hips with my desperate search for more.

“Do you like it like that?”

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