Page 64 of Paper Thin Love

Dash’s eyes keep lingering, as if waiting for me to snap out of this insane haze. That’s when I realize he is giving me another chance to protest. He’s allowing me an ounce of control in my life.

Instead of running, I find my knees bending down as I begin to undress him, then wrap his cast in plastic so the water won’t ruin it. As my hands run over his body to cover the cast, I can’t ignore how he hardens at the sight of me on my knees.

But I don’t feel vulnerable; I feel powerful. He’s let me in, showed me his weakness, and trusted me to keep it a secret from everyone.

“Come on,” Dash says once I’m finished. I remain kneeling on my knees.

Can I do this? Shower with him, go toe to toe, and play this new mind game?

He turns, not waiting for me.

I dig my fingers into the carpet of his floor. I have nothing to lose. I don’t know what he’s up to, but if his feelings are genuine, then maybe, in the end, I can trick the devil.

Maybe I can help him escape his fate, too?

I step into his bathroom, inhaling the thick, hot steam from the shower. With trembling fingers, I pull back the curtain. His wide, strong back is stretched out as his hands brace the wall, and the hot water cascades down him. I follow the trail of the water, over his white blonde hair, down his neck—a neck I want to grab and hold. It falls over the muscles of his back, down his ass. He’s glorious.

“Dash,” I whisper, unsure if I should interrupt him. He looks battered by the pull of two opposing forces. One is peace, the hot water finally relaxing him, and the other is fury, a dark, unseen force striving to control him.

Eventually, he pushes off the wall, turning to face me. This time, however, he doesn’t look at my now naked body. He reaches for my hand and pulls me under the hot water, the steam enveloping us in a hazy cocoon. I plaster my hands on his chest, trying to find balance in my lust filled mind. He takes his time grabbing the shampoo and pours it into my hair. I stand as still as a marble pillar, feeling the awkwardness of the situation. But as he gently rubs the shampoo into my hair, I slowly begin to relax.

He guides me under the water to rinse it gently, making sure to wipe away the hair that tries to cover my face from him. He takes the body wash and rubs it over my arms and up my shoulders, and then he cups my breasts.“Dash,” I pant, daring to look down at his erection. He’s huge, thick, and veiny, glistening under the water.

“Shh,” he whispers in a heated fury.“I’m trying, Mila, so fucking hard for you, and I have no idea why.”

“Because we make each other feel.” I admit, tilting my chin up to see him. I wish I hadn’t. The water cascades over the sharp angles of his stunning face. My tongue sputters like a failing engine, unable to find words. I’m so far out of my league.

“I don’t want to feel!” He shouts, causing some of the droplets clinging to him to jump free.

“Yes, you do.” I step closer so our wet bodies are now pressed together in a slippery hold.“If we didn’t want to feel,” I glide my hands up to his shaking shoulders.“we’d be our fathers.”

“Stop talking.” He replies, but it’s more of a plea so I obey. I’ve pushed my broken prince enough.

I shift from foot to foot, but eventually, my toes inch closer to him. He’s continues to wash me, taking his time circling my breasts, taking delicate care around my nipples.“Dash,” I moan. It feels so good. I’ve touched myself, and Jared touched me, too, but when Dash King touches me it doesn’t compare to any sensation I have felt before. It’s like seeing a new color you never knew existed.

I want to use that color; I want to paint my entire life in that shade.

Allow it to consume me. Redefine me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he declares, leaning down as far as his cast allows, and then he begins to press kisses along my jaw.

“You make me feel beautiful.” The admittance slips out through my heavy exhale.

He stills, his lips teetering on the edge of mine.“No one should have that power over you.”

“What if I give it to you willingly?”

“When will you learn, little fox, that a hunter won’t save you? He hunts for a reason, and that isn’t to find a new house pet. It’s for survival. He will trap you and use every single part of you down to the bones until nothing is left.”

“Then use me.”

He shakes his head before he nips at my bottom lip. The action ignites my skin, sending my body into overdrive.

He guides me until my back hits the wet tiles. His hands slide down from my breasts, pulling my arms to his side as he takes a hold of my wrists in his strong heated palms. With each inch, he raises my hands above my head, and my heart races towards a dangerous acceleration.

Dark eyes gaze down at me as he holds my hands above my head, cradling them in his palms as he interlaces his fingers with mine for a moment.“You want to keep your hands clean, Mila,” he states, but I’m so dizzy and high from his touch that I’m not sure if he meant it as more of a question.

Then he kisses me. It’s filled with passion and hate, cruelty as his tongue claims mine, controls it, forces it to be submissive to him. He pushes his hips forward, his cock nudging my folds. The moan that escapes my lips is so loud it might be heard down the hall. He keeps me pinned against the wall, hands above my head, as he makes out with me. His hips keep grinding against my sex, but never pushing more.

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