Page 6 of His Little Spitfire

When I wake up, the bathroom door is still locked. Knowing she’s inside, I twist the handle hard enough to hear apop. The lock breaks with ease, and I push open the door. Of course, she’s in the way.

She’s always in the way.

Curled up with my pillow, she murmurs in her sleep, her lack of survival showing. She barely budges even when I nudge her as I make my way inside.

She’s not going to stop me from getting ready for the day.

Starting up the shower, I strip away my clothes and get under the hot stream.

All night, sleep hardly came. Not because I thought she’d be foolish enough to slip out again, but because of the throbbing ache of my cock. Having fought myself all night not to just give in and shove my sweats down to stroke myself long enough to empty my balls, I stayed awake. Even when I dozed off, the dreams that fueled my arousal only made my state worse.

Now that she’s my problem, I can’t even escape her while I’m resting.

It’s not until I’m lathering up my body that I hear her feminine gasp before I realize she’s awake.

A tiny, almost inaudible voice in the back of my mind suggests I invite her inside. She could use a shower, andIcould make sure she got cleaned thoroughly. I squash the thought immediately.

We don’t greet each other withgood morningslike future newlyweds do. No, this woman skitters like a wild animal. I don’t even have the chance to wash the soap from my body before she’s slamming the door shut, leaving me alone.

Yesterday, I wasn’t myself. Took a step too far.

Santino said I couldn’t hurt her, even if she inflicted pain. Well, last night, I danced along the line.

I didn’t hurt her, I know it. Not hurt in the way he was insinuating.

Planting a hand against the cool shower wall, last night plays through my head for the hundredth time. Remembering the curve of her pussy against my fingertips leaves my cock in a similar state as the night before.

Women are a waste of time, a distraction. This one does not differ from the rest.

A pretty face, a sexy body, and a voice that could drive any man mad. That fucking mouth is going to get her, though. She needs to learn how to control it, or else, I won’t be able to controlmyself.

I’m better than this. My cock shouldn’t be hard, yet, it’s swollen against my thigh. I can’t even remember the last time I needed to stroke my cock to seek a little relief.

Sighing through my nose, I cave and wrap my fingers around my pulsating girth. One little squeeze is all it takes to steal a groan from my lips.

I’m in worse shape than I thought.

Trying to keep my mind blank while my hand moves, it’s easier said than done. Just wanting to get relief, my cock throbs and leaks precum with each stroke. Dirtying the water at my feet, my brows come together tighter.

That fucking mouth.

The darkness of my thoughts turns into her lips. I’ve got the pinkness of her tongue and the plumpness of her mouth down. So much to the point that I can easily imagine them wrapped around the girth of my erection as I silence whatever slurs she wants to call me.

Gritting my teeth, my balls tighten and my hand moves faster. Panting under my breath, it’s a miracle my teeth don’t crack before I splatter the dark tile in thick ropes of white.

Eyes snapping open, I stare at the evidence with a downward curl of my lips.

Scrubbing a hand down my face, I try to figure out these feelings I’m experiencing as I wait for the water to clear. Once the tile is clean, I get out.

Eliza is no longer in the room. She’s left my door open.

Whatever. She can’t run, not during the daytime. Too many people know she’ll try, and have the order from the top to keep her here. Santino thinks she wants to steal his woman from him, so he definitely won’t let her leave.

My job is to sign a certificate, not to babysit. What she does during these times is her own business.

Once I’m dressed and out of the room, I head off to the kitchen to see what is prepared for the morning. There will be multiple pots made ready with coffee, and I’m going to need more than a single cup to start my day.

As soon as I enter, one of the women preparing eggs flinches in my presence. I ignore her as I hunt down a cup.

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