Page 57 of Beautifully Reckless

But now? Now I’m drawn to his brutal honesty. Especially when it comes to sex.

If I’m ever going to get past what happened to me, I need that.

I need sex not to be taboo or something wrapped in shame.

Even though I like this version of Ringo, it doesn’t stop my breath hitching at his mention of another ‘show’.

My mind flashes back to the night he stripped in front of me, hand wrapped around his dick, giving me one hell of a show.

I touched myself under the sheet so he couldn’t see, but he knew what I was doing, and the moment he came, shooting his seed over the bed, I came too, for the first time in what felt like forever.

“Angel, what’s going through that head of yours right now?”

Dammit. I’ve been staring this whole time.

Can he see the hunger in my eyes?

“You don’t want to know,” I breathe, and he lets out a low, raspy growl that makes my knees weak.

“I’ve got a feeling I do. But since we arewherewe are, it’ll have to wait.” He pulls me from the wall and slaps my arse, and I squeal as he points to the shower. “Now, get your cute arse in the shower.”

I shoot him a challenging glare, and all he does is raise a brow, crossing his arms over his chest, feet planted wide.

“All that look is doing is making me hard, Angel.”

I roll my eyes. “At least close your eyes or turn around, or I’m not taking your shirt off. I’ll wash in it if I have to, and then you’ll be stuck wearing a wet t-shirt all day.”

This time, when he growls, it’s laced with danger, and I worry he might actually pounce with the way he drops his hands from his chest.

“Get in the fucking shower, Angel. Now.”

And with that, he spins around to face the white tiled wall.

I giggle, because this is what I love about Ringo.

He’s dominating without making me feel small. If anything, I feel the opposite.

I feel alive.

Desired.

Worshipped.

And the crazy thing is, he’s barely even touched me.

God, I’ve missed him.

Running from him felt like torture. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t make sense of what was happening… and Wendy?

Yeah, I’ve changed my mind. The next time I see her, I’m going to tell her exactly what I think.

WhileRingo is still facing the wall, giving me a fraction of privacy, I slip out of his tee and toss it at the back of his head.

He chuckles, dragging it off, but remains facing away, honouring my request.

When I step out of mypanties,as he likes to call them, I brazenly toss them at his head too before darting into the shower and pulling the door shut, letting the frosted glass obscure my nakedness from him.

“Angel, you’re pushing my fucking limits,” he growls, and I giggle, already lathering shampoo into my hair.

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