Page 57 of Scorching Sienna

“Come for me, Damon.”

Sultry, sexy, as only Sienna could be. Naturally.

I brace myself against the wall as stings of come shoot out, landing on the shower floor to join the water draining away.

I leisurely stroke until every last drop is out, my eyes never leaving my girl's face, while hers dart from my face to my slowly deflating cock to the shower floor.

Her hands smooth the black material of her dress nervously, her pursed lips telling me this show has impacted her.

It was unexpected. I know after her recent incident that she may not be ready for anything sexual for some time. It's only been a coupleof days, after all. But this interaction tells me that the event hasn’t completely destroyed her. The Reaping, as she calls it. I hate that she has named it. An experience so disturbing and impactful that she has titled it. Fuck that piece of shit motherfucker. When I kill him, that event will receive a title too. One deserving of its actions, which will be gruesome.

I push the thoughts aside, not wanting to get back into the state of rage I have been in the last couple of days while Sienna is here.

She hands me the towel I point to hanging from a hook next to her as I shut the shower off and step forward, crowding her.

Her eyes travel the planes of my chest as her hands clench at her sides.

“Tonight is the first time I have seen you naked.” I nod my head.

“I have never seen a body like yours. It’s incomparable. Like it shouldn’t exist in reality.”

“So you like it then.” I smirk as she nods vigorously, her ponytail bouncing around and sticking to her slightly moist skin.

She follows me as I head to the locker and pull out the suit I was wearing earlier. While I dress, Sienna sits on a bench close by, worry making her gnaw on her bottom lip.

“What’s wrong?” She looks at me and then away, deciding whether or not to tell me what’s on her mind.

“Is it bad that I was turned on by what just happened?” Fuck that piece of shit who made her feel this way.

“No. It is not bad,” I say with conviction, sitting beside her.

“I am not him, and he is not me. None of your feelings before him are irrelevant. And don’t let him make them so. That control lies with you. You can still be attracted to me. It doesn’t diminish what happened to you or validate it in any way. There is no time limit on healing, and being turned on by me releasing myself to vivid imagesof you doesn’t mean that what happened days ago doesn’t matter anymore. Or that you are suddenly ready to become sexual again. No one decides that but you.”

She has tears in her eyes but also a smile on her face.

“How do you do that? Make me feel understood with a couple of sentences. I feel like even trying to tell someone in therapy what I was feeling wouldn’t come across as clearly as it does when I speak to you.”

“I know you, Sienna.” She rolls her eyes, balking at my arrogant answer. But it wasn’t arrogance. It was true. I know her better than she knows herself.

I don’t rush, enjoying this quiet moment and the little peace it gives me.

“You have a piercing. There.” My dick twitches just knowing she is talking about it.

“I do,” I confirm, smirking as she bristles from embarrassment at having blurted something like that out.

“Was it painful?” She doesn’t need to elaborate. The cock ring. Her curiosity was palpable even in the shower.

“Yes. But I savor the pain. Welcome it even. You could call it an addiction.” She nods her head and then looks away.

“I understand.” Unfortunately, she did. Another fucking thing The Reaper would pay for.

I knew she was self-harming. I saw the marks on her arm from her nails. Just like I knew, more littered her inner thighs. It was something I needed to address with her, but I was waiting for some time to pass.

Also, telling her to stop while I carried on fighting, effectively doing the same thing, made me a hypocrite. I understood it, though. It was giving her moments of clarity—a double-edged sword. I was toying around with other activities that would give her the same feeling but be less damaging.

“Is that why you have so many tattoos?” She meets my gaze again, a haunted look in her eyes now.

“Yes.”

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