I didn’t think to lock the door. I figured he heard the shower. I figured he’d respect that boundary.
How naïve of me.
Through the fogged glass, I see him. He’s wearing the same white button-up and slacks from earlier. So, no working out the anger in the gym, I guess. Lucky me.
He storms forward and rips open the shower door, so hard I’m surprised it’s still attached.
His nostrils flare. His chest rises and falls with uncontrolled fury. There’s murder in his eyes. And smoke pouring from his ears. Or maybe that’s just the steam from the shower.
Even furious, the sight of him has my body betraying me.
My nipples harden.
My core tightens.
Dampness that has nothing to do with the water collects at my core.
“You’re about to learn your place.”
Shivers tingle my spine.
I am absolutely fucked.
Chapter 29
Matthias
I see the moment fear seeps in her eyes.
She’s never truly been afraid of me before. Both times she spit on my face, she was furious, not scared. Even when I kidnapped her, even when I killed those men, she didn’t look at me like this.
I didn’t think I was capable of scaring this girl.
But now?
Now, she’s scared.
Good. She should be afraid.
My intentions to apologize evaporated at her blatant sass, at her defiance in the face of a simple request to turn off that God-awful noise she calls music.
She needs to be taught a lesson. It’s long overdue.
But anger takes a backseat to something much more wicked when I register her state of undress.
Being fully clothed while she’s naked perfectly symbolizes my power in our relationship.
My cock hardens instantly, and I haven’t even looked down yet.
I take in her face first. Water droplets cling to her skin, falling down her body in slow streams, the ones beneath her eyes remind me of tears.
She’ll have real tears soon. Tears of pleasure.
My gaze follows the path of the water down her neck. That delicate, dainty neck, so small my hand nearly circled it earlier.
Down her chest, flushed from the heat of her shower.
Then I see them.