Page 52 of The Devil's Weakness

“My eyes beg for a closer look.”

He pulls the neck of the shirt down, exposing the skin between my cleavage.

“My tongue longs for another taste.”

His tongue lands on the hot skin between my breasts, and he licks a damp path over my collarbone, up my neck, finishing it off with a nibble to my earlobe.

My body quakes with more need than it did in the basement. Just before I crack and beg him to take me on the bathroom floor, he stops. I’m unable to stop the strangled whine in my throat.

Gingerly, as though I’m easily breakable, he lifts his t-shirt over my head and tosses it onto the ground. Making a twirling motion with his finger, he tells me to turn around.

This time, I don’t hesitate. I listen to him. He delicately moves my hair to the side so he can have access to my bra. Placing a kiss on my shoulder, he unclasps it and pulls the straps down my arms. Once I hear it drop onto the ground behind me, I wait for his touch again. My body shakes in anticipation, but his touch never comes. Instead, he steps around me and pulls the shower curtain back. Running the water, he tests it with his hand and steps out of the way once he’s satisfied with the temperature.

“Hop in,” he says, and I try my best not to look upset that he didn’t touch me further.

Not that I’m upset.

Aren’t you?

Confused is more like it.

He must be waiting until I get into the shower.

I step in let the hot water cascade down my body. It feels incredible, and I can’t stop the moan from escaping me. My confusion grows when Blade closes the curtain behind me without getting in.

What is he doing? Why isn’t he following me?

Sasha, snap out of it. Do you really want him in here with you?

I have no idea what I want.

I close my eyes and run my hands over my hair while I grapple with my feelings. I feel off-kilter. I’m usually a smart, level-headed human being. Why is there any question of my feelings toward this man? This neanderthal.

He’s mean. Brutish. Violent.

He got his nickname because he likes to cut people open and watch them bleed, for Christ’s sake!

But has hereallyhurt me?

Not physically. I haven’t felt pain when he’s touched me, only pleasure.

My eyes open when I hear the shower curtain move again. A moment later, a very chiseled,very hardBlade steps in with me. The already small space feels microscopic with us both inside of it. His eyes grow hungry as he takes in my wet, naked body.

“Turn around.” This time, he’s not barking an order at me.

His request seems innocent, and I turn so my back is to him. I quickly glance behind me, still not fully trusting that he isn’t going to bend me over and have his way with me again.

That’s not fair.

I may be on a roller coaster of emotions at the moment, but there’s no question that I didn’t want or enjoy what happened earlier.

He grips my hair in his fist gently and turns my head, so I’m facing forward again. A moment later, his hands are in my hair, and I recognize the woodsy musk as it fills the air. It smells like him, and I relax a bit as his scent wraps itself around me.

“Close your eyes,” he says after a few minutes as his hands massage the shampoo into my scalp.

“They’re already closed,” I barely make out.

I’m so relaxed I could fall asleep standing up.

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