Page 98 of Rebellion

Yikes.

As if he’d want to watch or listen to her pee. What was wrong with her? Still, she was desperate enough to go that she didn’t bother trying to close the door. She quickly used the toilet and washed her hands. As he walked back into the room, she was turning on the shower.

“Can you, uh, look the other way?” she asked as she went to take off his T-shirt.

“Why would I want to do a foolish thing like that?” he murmured.

“Colm!”

With an exaggerated sigh that she thought was truly unnecessary, he turned to face the mirror. She quickly whippedoff his T-shirt and then bent to take off her panties. When she straightened, he suddenly appeared in front of her.

“How the fuck did you get that?”

She was too busy trying to cover herself up to take note of where he was looking.

Then it hit her.

The bruising. She’d done her best to hide it from him last night.

“Sofia. I’m gonna need an answer. Right the fuck now. How did you get that bruising?”

“Oleg,” she managed to say.

“That fucking bastard. He hit you in the ribs? He could have broken them. How badly does it hurt?”

She shook her head. She couldn’t speak past the lump in her throat. Because she knew she should tell him that the bruises were old. That they didn’t really hurt that much anymore.

Well, sometimes they did.

That she was fine.

“How the hell didn’t I see these last night? Were you hiding them?” He crouched to study the bruises. Dear Lord. His face was awfully close to her pussy.

And despite the topic of the conversation, she was turned on.

Seriously. What was wrong with her?

It had to be something profound for her to be turned on while they were discussing the abuse she’d been dished out.

Then Colm placed his hand gently on her side, making her jump.

Something strange filled his face.

Some sort of understanding.

And he glanced up into her face. The look on his face was chilling.

“Colm?”

A shiver ran through her and not because she was completely naked. Because she knew that he knew.

And that terrified her.

“These bruises are old, aren’t they,Mo leannan? He’s been hurting you, hasn’t he? Why the fuck did you stay with him?”

“I... I... Colm,” she whispered in a heartbroken voice. She’d hoped he wouldn’t find out.

But she should have realized that couldn’t happen.

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