Page 103 of The Devil's Deal

“I’ll help you get out.”

“I still have shampoo in my hair and I didn’t even wash my body.” She grimaces. “Do you think you can help?”

The pulse beats savagely in my ears, my chest heavy. How the fuck am I supposed to do that and not get rock hard? I’m not built for this. I want to fuck her like an animal, even in the state she’s in. How can I be in there with those tight curves and not do anything about it?

I hate myself for even thinking about that after what happened to her.

“Please? It’ll be too difficult for me to do it on one foot.”

“Okay.” Before I change my mind, I remove my shoes and socks and step under the warm spray of water.

She lifts a hand off the tiles and turns her face to the side, looking puzzled. “Aren’t you going to take off your clothes?”

“No, that’s not necessary,” I say with my front to her back.

“But you're soaked.”

“It's okay.” I pick up a bar of soap, my clothes sticking to my skin.

Before I have a chance to wash her, she uses the wall to turn all the way around. Her fingers are on the buttons of my shirt. She undoes one, avoiding my gaze, then moves to another.

“Chiara.” My hand lands on hers, stopping the movement. “Don’t.” The word comes out strained, like I don’t mean it.

She finally looks up at me. “You need to get clean too.”

I drop my hand, letting her do what she wants. If she’s comfortable with this, then I’ll have to be too.

“You have blood on your neck,” she points out as she undoes the last button.

I slip it off, rolling it up and tossing in on the other side of the shower floor.

She unbuttons my pants next, then lowers the zipper before I pull them down with my boxers, and my cock jumps out.

“I can’t do much about that,” I groan with shame.

“It’s okay.” She takes a glimpse of my hard-on before her eyes climb back up to my face. “I’d be a little offended if you weren’t.”

I sigh. “I’m sorry. For everything.”

“You should be.” She tries to smile, but winches from the pain in her lip.

“Shit.” I gently rub her swollen mouth.

“Mmm.” She closes her eyes, relaxing a bit. “Can you massage my head?”

“Sure, baby.” My fingers land in her wet hair, bending them as I work the shampoo in.

“Thanks.” She drives herself further into my touch.

After a few minutes, I finally begin cleansing her body, using the soap as a barrier between my hands and her skin. I keep it as mechanical as possible, even when I slip the soap in between her legs. My balls contract from the throbbing in my cock.

I should have kept my clothes on.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chiara

It’s beena week since the charity ball, and I’m slowly getting over what happened thanks to Brian, who’s made sure I’m never without him.

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