Page 36 of Lily

“Thank you.” She had the oddest sense of comfort with him. It was strange that she didn’t mind him seeing her naked or even taking her clothes off. And she knew she would panic if he left the room.

How long before someone found them and kidnapped her? She tried to shake that idea from her head, but it wouldn’t go away.

Master J’s words rang in her head. “If I ever hear a single complaint from anyone about your training, I will find you, and you will not like what I do with you.”

The shower door opened, and she yelped as she turned to face…Stefano. “Hey,” he said softly. “It’s just me. You were scaring me.”

She shuddered as if she were cold and then threw herself at him, unable to care that she was getting him all wet.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “You’re okay now. I’m right here.”

“He’s going to find me.”

“No, he’s not. I’ve done everything I can to make sure no one can find us, sweetheart. And I won’t leave your side, not even to shower if it makes you feel safe. I won’t let anyone get to you.”

She sniffled. “Do you have a gun?”

“Several.” He tipped her head back. “They’re in safety boxes. I put one under the bed, one under the end table next to the couch, and there’s one in the glove compartment of my car. Do not touch them, understood?”

“Yes.” Her shoulders relaxed. She’d never been near a gun before, nor had she ever wanted to, but she was glad Stefano had guns and that he was prepared to protect her.

Stefano took a step back, steadying her before he released her. Then he pulled off his clothes, leaving himself in just his underwear before stepping into the shower with her. “Turn around. Let me wash your hair.”

Hesitating, she was irrationally relieved as she stared at his broad, muscular chest that tapered down to tight abs. She didn’t dare look lower. She knew she was pushing him in ways women should never tempt a man, but she didn’t care. So what if he wanted to have sex with her? She’d like to try it. He would never treat her the way all those other men had treated her.

Finally, she turned around and closed her eyes while he washed her hair. When his soapy palms landed on her shoulders and started massaging, she planted her hands on the wall and moaned. It felt so good. So much better than unwanted, groping fingers.

He washed her arms and her back, taking care around the fading welts as he made his way down her legs.

She was panting by the time he reached her feet. Her nipples were tingling hard points, and her sex was swollen.

“Can you turn around for me, sweetheart?”

She lowered her hands and faced him. She was breathing heavily. Could he tell?

He poured more soap on his hands and crowded her as he set his palms on her upper chest.

She tipped her head back and met his gaze as he slid his hands to her breasts. Her breath hitched, and she rose onto her toes.

He never looked away from her eyes, thumbing her nipples slowly while cupping her breasts. When his hands slid down lower to the front of her thighs, she started panting. “Touch me,” she whispered.

“Rose…”

She gripped his shoulders. “Please. I want to know what it feels like. Make me feel like it’s supposed to feel.”

His brow furrowed. “To orgasm?”

She nodded and bit her lip. Would he think she was a freak for not knowing?

He searched her eyes. “You’ve never had an orgasm, sweetheart?”

She shook her head.

He moved one hand to the small of her back and then lower to cup her bottom. The other hand eased down her stomach toward her sex. When his fingers found her clit, she rose onto her toes and bit down harder on her lip, stifling the moan that wanted to erupt.

“Uh-uh, sweetheart. Don’t hold back with me. No one is here but you and me. I want to hear you moan, Rose.”

She released her lip as his fingers glided through her folds. When he found her clit again, he circled it and then flicked it over and over.

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