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I moan as his fingers drop lower and stroke my clit and he growls, “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Not really.” I tease, hoping he’ll spell it out merely for my own personal fun and as he pushes two fingers inside me, my knees almost give out on me as he rubs my clit and pushes in harder at the same time.

“Now, is it obvious?”

He groans against my ear and my breathing is erratic as I gasp, “You want to fuck me?”

“Would you like that, baby?”

“If I get a ring, sure.” I quip, knowing I’m a brazen slut who would do it for kicks, anyway.

“I’ll need my money’s worth.”

He pushes me forward and the water rains down on my back and as he kicks my legs apart, I reach out and steady myself on the tiles.

His cock presses against me from behind and he growls, “Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” I whisper the word because right at this moment this is all I want in life, and he wastes no time in thrusting inside me, causing me to cry out. “Oh fuck!”

He places both hands on my hips and thrusts inside so hard I almost fall forward, and he is the only thing from preventing me from face planting the tiles. It’s so good I want it to last forever as he fills me completely while the steam from the shower cleanses away the burn.

As he thrusts, he rubs my clit with his fingers, and I swear I see angels as I orgasm so hard, I actually scream the bastard’s name. “Leo, fuck, that’s so good. Don’t stop.”

He carries on relentlessly, tearing through my body and when I don’t think I can take anymore, he pulls out and comes all over my ass with a loud roar.

My heart is beating so fast I can’t keep up and I’m grateful for the shower cleansing away my sin because what the hell just happened? I was caught in a moment that I couldn’t have stopped if I tried and I’m not sure how I feel about it now. I never intended for this to happen. I was playing with him, teasing him, and yet I wanted what happened more than anything. I wantedhimmore than anything, or anyone I have ever met.

Then something happens that surprises me more when he spins me around and wraps his arms around me, gently, softly and with dare I say it—affection. He holds me close to his chest and buries his face in my dripping hair and whispers, “Thank you.”

This tiny gesture affects me more than what just happened and as I cling on tight, unusual emotions push away my shame as we stand together, holding one another as the steamy water cleanses our souls.

CHAPTER12

LEO

What began as a battle of wills ended with me coming all over her ass and I’m feeling slightly guilty about that. This is the first time I’ve fucked a woman in this house who isn’t Diana. Maybe I needed to replace the memory. Perhaps it was a build-up of many things, but for some reason, it became the most important thing in life to fuck Chastity and close the chapter.

If I thought it would be enough, I was wrong because as soon as I pulled out, I wanted to dive back in. It was as if I had unfinished business concerning her, and I suppose I have. She is meant to be my fiancée, so I suppose that comes with a few perks. Two grown adults having fun who will be strangers again this time next week. It was an impulsive risk to cross the line and yet we may not have much life left, anyway.

She shivers against my naked body and says with a small laugh, “You know, the last guy who tried something on in the shower with me, ended up with a broken neck. You are lucky you didn’t suffer the same fate.”

“Was that before or after he succeeded?” I’m not sure why I hate the thought of her naked with anyone but me, and that surprises me. I don’t do jealousy; I never have and it’s an alien sensation.

She whispers against my chest, “Definitely before. It was an interesting one because his wife invited me to the funeral where she threw a massive party. Then she thanked me and gifted me half a million dollars.”

“That was generous of her.” I chuckle softly as she giggles. “The fact she hired me in the first place may have had something to do with that.”

Her words remind me I’m no better than the dead man’s wife, and it doesn’t make me feel good about myself. I stroke her wet hair and pull her trembling body closer and whisper, “In this house, nothing is as it seems. There are many eyes watching and ears listening. Remember to play the loving fiancée and observe. We talk here in this shower because I’ve come too far to fall at the final hurdle.”

She nods and pulls back, staring into my eyes with curiosity. Then she surprises me again by gently tracing a light finger down my cheek and whispering, “Thank you.”

Before I can reply, she pulls away and steps from the shower, grabbing a large towel and winding it around her dripping body before she walks silently from the room.

For a few more seconds, I stand under the steaming cascade, the water running off my body and washing away the evidence. Now she’s gone, it’s lonely without her, but it shouldn’t be. I have never wanted anyone to stay before, even Diana when she seduced me. It became one big giant fuck you to my father, but it was never about her. Not with me, anyway.

My brothers fell hard for the bitch, which concerns me that I own the emotions of a demon. I don’t feel — ever, and even when I witnessed my own mother murdered before my eyes, I had nothing but hatred for my father. Not pain, not loss, and not grief. It bothers me a lot, but I’ve learned how to live with the cold fury that suppresses all other emotions. However, what just happened with Chastity, was different somehow, and I’m just processing that information. Is it because she’s a worthy opponent and not my usual whore?

Could it be because she’s a lot like me, emotionless and comfortable in her own sexuality? Or could it be the way her mask slips when she’s not guarding it and I see the vulnerable girl peering nervously out? The one I understand a lot more than the confident woman she wears like a mask because I have a similar child living inside me.

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