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“You might as well have. You’re just like them! You’re a Retribution King. You came to the event. And for whatever reason, you thought playing poker was more interesting than watching me get stripped by an old man with a gut and sick fantasy. Was it so you could keep your conscious clean? Pretend what was happening to me wasn’t? Or because getting my clothes cut off by an old man isn’t enough excitement to pay ten grand for?”
He’s staring at me with love in his eyes. His gaze says I’m his acting like his perfect woman, not like I just gave him a tongue lashing.
In the excitement, I unknowingly raised out of the tub enough to expose my breasts. I quickly cover my hands over them, but not before Hayes gets a look.
I blush red. “Get out!”
He lets go of my hand and bites his lip but doesn’t move.
“Are you deaf? Get out!”
He chuckles softly as my blush deepens. The softness of his voice tugs at my heart just a little. It’s not enough to change my mind, though.
And then his smile drops like a door being slammed shut. “You’re injured.”
“I...uh…yea,” I exhale. “Harvey cut me.”
His eyes turn murderous as a dark wave of emotion I would have never guessed could cross his face takes hold. He stares deeply at the string of cuts that disappear down the center of my stomach under the water.
Then he studies my face, and a goofy grin spreads across his cheeks as an idea forms in his head.
He stands, quickly pulling his jacket off and his shirt over his head.
“What are you doing?” My eyes widen, and my mouth waters as I stare at his naked chest. He’s muscled and ripped with that delicious V at his hips. I want to run my tongue over it and…
Jesus, what am I thinking? He’s just a good kisser. That’s it!
And then he’s undoing his pants.
“Hayes…Hayes, stop; what are you doing?”
“Making you smile,” he grins. He lowers his pants in one swift motion, now completely naked in front of me.
My jaw falls open, and my eyes pop as I stare at him. I can’t avert my eyes, can’t look anywhere else but him. The V of his lean hips leads my gaze to his thickening cock.
“Oh my god! It’s…it’s…”
“It seems I leave you speechless quite a lot. And yes, my dick is pierced.”
“Jesus, did that hurt?”
He shrugs.
I study him closer, trying to see past the facade he puts up. But he hides his truth well.
He wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I smile softly.
His shoulders relax at that sight. “Your smile is beautiful. It makes it even more special when you make me work for it.”
I chuckle. “I’m not sure how you stripping naked was supposed to make me smile, but I’m not going to tell you to dress.”
“Good, now let me tend to your wounds while your eyes take in every inch of me.”
I shake my head, not able to get off the smile across my lips just yet. “It won’t take that long to take in every inch of you. You aren’t that big.”
“Ouch,” he chuckles as he presses a washcloth over the cut on my stomach. He reaches into the tub to drain the water as his eyes look over the shallow cuts.
He grabs a towel and drapes it over my shoulders, before lifting me up gently, his arms underneath my shoulders and legs. He carries me swiftly into the bedroom and lays me down on the bed.
