Page 19 of Betrayal (Corrupt Empire 1)

Her neck was flushed. Even the tips of her ears were red. She stepped forward and I let my hands drop. Her arms fell to her sides and her bra dropped to the floor. I couldn’t fucking move. She hooked her fingers into her underwear, bending down slightly as she took off the last piece of her clothing. Fuck. Fuck. Her pert behind was like a fucking beacon. My cock twitched, wanting to be nestled between her cheeks. I almost groaned before I tore my eyes away.

She stepped into the bath and sunk into the water, covering herself with her arms. I moved away, putting the toilet lid down and sitting on it.

“For what it’s worth, I never intended for you to see what I did to them,” I said, wanting to break the tense silence between us.

“I know.”

She didn’t look at me as she sunk lower in the water until only her head was above the surface. I wasn’t going to look because I knew if I did, nothing would stop me getting in that bath with her. And as fucked up as I was, I would never, ever fuck a girl against her will. That would put me on the same level as the sick fucks I was trying to destroy.

“Is it helping?”

“The bath? Yes.”

I couldn’t think of what else to say to her. It wasn’t like I really knew anything about the girl other than what her uncle had told me and what I’d seen in the tabloids.

I stood up, walking over and picking up her discarded clothes. I made to leave, but her voice stopped me.

“Where are you going?”

I didn’t turn around.

“To get you something else to wear. I suggest you stay there until I get back.”

I walked out and away into the kitchen. I checked the labels on her bra and other clothes, making a note of her size before dumping them and the clothes I’d taken off her yesterday in the washing machine. I’d get her some new stuff because she couldn’t exactly stay here and only have one set of clothing. I couldn’t go and fetch stuff from her place. The police would be all over that and no one knew I had her. It had to stay that way.

I went to my bedroom and selected one of my plain white t-shirts and a clean pair of boxers. I wasn’t sure what else to put her in, so it would have to do.

When I returned to the bathroom, she hadn’t moved. I sat back down on the toilet seat and dumped the clothes next to me.

“You’ll have to tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you.”

“What?” she asked, turning to me.

“You know, the girl shit you might need.”

“Why would you get me stuff?”

I shook my head. She didn’t get it.

“I told you before, you’re mine. That means I take care of you and give you all the things you need.”

I didn’t stop to think about what things other than possessions she might need from me and whether I could really give her everything.

“You didn’t really explain that part.”

“You just haven’t been listening. You will learn to rely on me and only me. Until then, you’re going to stay in that cell.”

She didn’t reply. I watched her fidget in the water under my gaze. At least she wasn’t fighting me. That would be a battle she’d lose and I was pretty sure she’d worked that out.

Now, I just had to combat the war going on in her head. She didn’t want to submit to me, but she would. Just so long as I didn’t keep touching her, things would be okay.

I looked away when she grabbed one of the bottles of shower gel from the side of the bath. I really needed to get her back in the cell so I could take care of myself. It was the only way I’d get rid of my burning need to rip her out the bathtub, bend her over the side of it and fuck her senseless.

Sick fuck. Sick in the head.

Wanting her was so wrong.

“Can I have a towel… please?”

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