Page 10 of The Truth Between

“Absolutely not.” I’d suspected that he would allude to something along those lines, but I wasn’t expecting that.

Soren stared at my body but refused to look at my face. “The thought of fucking yourself in front of me excites you. Your body betrays what your brain is telling you to feel.”

I followed where his gaze had landed and noticed that he was staring at my nipples. They were hard, but that could be attributed to anything. “You do realize that they can also get hard when they are exposed to cool air?”

“It’s awfully hot in here…” Soren’s voice trailed off as he adjusted his position. “Have you ever fucked yourself, Iris?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Show me. Now.”

The sternness in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. I could see the challenge in his eyes, and I couldn’t back down.

I refused to do so.

I tossed my wet hair to one side before my hands landed on my breasts. I allowed the water to fall all over my face as I massaged them, trying to ignore the thoughts that were going through my head as he watched my every move. With a quick breath, I moved my foot to give Soren a better view of where my hand was about to go.

My fingers moved in a slow, circular motion as I explored my body. The feeling of pleasure was intense, and it grew with every move I made. My breathing became heavier as my other hand started to explore lower, finding its way to my pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from me and I suspected that Soren could too.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him shift his body, but I refused to give him my attention. While thoughts of whether he would attempt to join me on this excursion did cross my mind, I refused to let it consume me. The quicker I fell over the edge, the quicker he would leave me alone.

When my fingertips finally touched my clit, I thought my legs were going to give out. I allowed myself to close my eyes and throw my head back as the water pelted my skin, further adding to the sensations I was feeling.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned. The words had left my lips without warning, not giving a damn that I didn’t want to give him the reaction he was looking for. If I had to guess, he was smirking at me, pleased that he was able to push me to this point.

I wished that this was all pretend and that it hadn’t been a result of his words forcing me into this predicament. But the closer I inched toward my climax, the less of a fuck I gave. All that mattered was me getting to the finish line, even if it meant he had to watch me in such a vulnerable state.

I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t say a word, probably due to the fact that his voice would be like the shower water suddenly turning ice cold, and if he ruined this for me, I would lose all sense of control.

As if he knew this was the case, the only sounds that could be heard in the room were the water spraying from the showerhead and small sighs and moans that fell from my lips.

When I was bracing for the explosion that was about to burst from my body, I tried my hardest to steady myself using the tiles in the shower, but it was futile. I used my other hand to continue playing with myself, making sure to increase the speed.

My breathing became shallower as a cry fell from my lips, marking the point that I’d reached. It would be a wonderful downhill ride from here.

With a groan, my orgasm took over, to the point where I had to quickly move my body so that I could lean against the wall in order to stay upright. All the sensations coursing through me were overwhelming, and they left me completely spent. I hadn’t expected to come as hard as I did, but here I was.

I kept my eyes closed as I tried to catch my breath, but the heat that I felt from Soren’s stare was still on me. As the last waves of pleasure washed over me, I opened my eyes and met his gaze once more.

“That was an excellent job, petal, and I don’t say those words lightly. Now clean up.”

Without saying a word, I leaned over to grab the washcloth from the towel bar in the bathroom. I opened up the bodywash that had been left for me to use, and the scent of coconut permeated the room. It was one of my favorite aromas, and I didn’t even want to begin to question if it was a coincidence or if he’d planned that out too.

I lathered my body quickly as I tried to recover from the orgasm I’d just experienced. Once I’d managed to clear my mind, I asked, “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I have no other choice,” he confessed. “You went digging where you shouldn’t have, and there are consequences to those actions.”

“So, because I was looking to prove Margaret Turner was heavily involved in the Chevaliers, you kidnapped me and locked me up in your basement? Because that makes a whole lot of fucking sense.”

I jumped when I heard Soren slam his hand down on the countertop, and the sound vibrated throughout the whole room. “You’re really fucking lucky that’s all that has happened and that you’re here. You have no idea the shit you’ve stirred by going on your little detective adventure because things could be a lot worse for you. A whole lot worse.”

The silence that passed between us moved way past awkward and was stuck in the fearful territory. How was someone supposed to react to this?

“Are you just going to keep me here forever?” I blurted out without thinking about it.

“Would you rather be dead?”

The question made me freeze because that wasn’t the response I was expecting. The only thing that kept me moving was the fact that I refused to let him see just how much what he said affected me. “I’d rather be free, Soren.”

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