“Go on.”
He listens for a moment, squeezing the cell between his fingers and turns away from the bed. “Take him to the fucking basement. And Carl… leave some for me.”
I try to breathe normally but my anxiety is ramping up. Vincente must sense my discomfort because he turns on his heel and smiles cautiously, “I’m jumping in the shower, if you’re quick, you can join me.”
It’s funny how a smile, or just a few words can calm me. He disappears through the door to the ensuite. I kick away the sheets and jump from the bed when I hear the water running. Standing at the door, I watch the water run through the darkness of his hair and down the smooth skin of his lean back, then over his pert arse. With another satisfied sigh, I enjoy the view for a moment longer before I join him.
His arms wrap around my body as he holds us under the spray. I’m content as my cheek rests against his chest. It’s just us. Gabe can’t hurt me anymore. Our relationship may not be perfect and we may not have started out the conventional way. But I know what he is, and how dangerous he is, but the heart wants what the heart wants, and who am I to argue with that.
He took me, and I’m staying right here.
THE END