Page 58 of Moments of Malevolence

“Yes,a lot.” Alaska winces.

I step out to grab a waterproof dressing to cover her wound so she can shower. When I return, she’s already standing with her hand on Louise’s shoulder. I nod to the shirt she’s wearing, which is mine, and have to remind my cock not to get hard. Which it seems is always hard around her.

It’s making lying next to her in bed difficult, but not so difficult that I’ll interfere with her sleep.

Last night she fell asleep easily.

Even after she started softly snoring, I didn’t stop moving my hand on her arm. And today, my arm feels like lead, but it worked. And she slept, which was what she needed.

“I need to change the dressing,” I tell her.

“Okay, blood makes me sick, so I’m going to step out.” Louise points to the door as I drop to my knees. Alaska lifts the shirt and checks her body. She’s wearing my underwear and nothing else. Her skin still has some dried blood which is probably why she is complaining. I reach for her bandage, and she pulls back as I touch her.

“When I was a kid, it was my job to look after my brothers, not in the way you may think, in the way where if someone fucked with them, I would fuck with them.” Her eyes find mine, and I glance back to her stomach and start carefully removing the bandage. She flinches but doesn’t pull away this time. “As you can imagine, they were assholes. I mean… I guess I was too.” I pause as I open the new bandage. She’s watching me, waiting for more. “I even stabbed one of them once for pissing me off.” I smile at the thought.

“Why are you smiling about hurting your brother?”

“Trust me when I say that bastard deserved it at the time.” I chuckle.

“Why?”

“He threw a rock at my toe, and not just a small rock but one that took two hands to pick up. He crushed my toe. I got angry, and marched up to him, grabbed my knife, and stabbed him. He never took his anger out on me again. Kenzo never has, but Kyson’s always been a bit wild.”

“Your parents?” she asks.

“Non-existent. I mean, don’t get me wrong, they were there. Until they weren’t. I never cared for them anyway.”

“Are they dead?”

“As far as I know.” I haven’t looked into it, and I couldn’t care less. Just because you bring someone into this world, it doesn’t give you any right to them, especially if you do a shit job at caring for them. “Have you ever thought about looking for your real parents?” I ask.

“Nope. I don’t intend to either. I guess we’re similar that way.” I stand and step back. Her shirt falls back down, covering her body. “I need to shower.” I give her my hand, and she takes it without fighting me. I walk her to the shower, then reach in and turn on the faucet. I spin back as she pulls her hand away and attempts to remove her shirt, but she winces as she lifts her arms to pull it off.

“Let me,” I offer.

“I’m not having sex with you,” she blurts. I fight the smirk touching my lips at her outburst. “I can see you. You know that, right?”

I tear the shirt instead of trying to lift her arms.

She laughs and shakes her head. “We could have gotten that off without tearing it.”

“I’m rich. I can afford another one,” I tell her, then motion to my underwear she is still wearing.

“I can get that.” She pulls them down, stepping out of them before she treads into the shower. She doesn’t care that she’s naked in front of me now. “Did you sleep last night?” she asks as I lean against the wall, watching her. She grabs the soap and starts lathering it up over her body.

“I didn’t.”

“Why?” she asks.

“Because every time I attempted to stop touching you, you would twitch.” Her hands pause their washing, and she locks eyes with me. “And if I fell asleep, I could have rolled over and hurt you.”

“You never cared about hurting me before,” she points out.

“That was different. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I was trying to please you, which, if you have forgotten, I did…Twice. Actually, you came more times than that.”

Those eyes that set my fucking heart alight turn away from me.

I take a moment to scan her perfect body.

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