Page 104 of Taming Seraphine

My mind is quiet, and my entire world condenses into this single moment that I never want to end. Leroi raises his head and gazes up at me, his dark eyes gleaming.

“Good girl,” he says. “That was quite the show.”

Heat rises to my cheeks and spreads down my chest. I should probably close my legs or something, but I’m too relaxed to care.

As Leroi rises to grab hold of the shower head, my gaze drops to the bulge in his pants. It’s a perfect imprint of that thick erection I sat on when I threatened him in his bed.

I want to see it.

I want to run my tongue along that thick crown and make him lose control.

Raising a hand, I reach for the button of his pants, but he grabs my wrist. “No.”

My gaze snaps to his eyes. “What?”

His fingers grip so tightly that I’m sure he’ll leave bruises. “You heard me,” he snarls and turns on the hot spray. “No.”

My stomach drops. Is this another rejection?

THIRTY-NINE

LEROI

Seraphine gazes up at me, her lips parted with shock. Water cascades down her hair, plastering it over her pretty face.

When I release her wrist, she clutches an arm over her breasts.

“Why?” she whispers, her huge blue eyes glistening, her features twisting with disappointment and anguish.

I tear my gaze away. “We agreed I would reward you with orgasms and that we wouldn’t cross any of my boundaries.”

“But you kissed me.”

“That was a mistake.”

She flinches, and my chest aches with guilt. I can only add to her trauma.

“That came out wrong,” I mutter. “What I meant to say is that I can’t take advantage of you.”

“What if I want it?” she asks in a small voice.

“How can you even be sure?”

“What?”

I turn to look her full in the face. It’s wet from the shower and I can’t tell if she’s crying.

“You’re still a captive.” She shakes her head and parts her lips to speak, but I raise a finger. “You are. Keeping you locked up in my apartment without sharp objects is confinement.”

She scowls and I cup her cheek, forcing her to meet my eyes.

“You can’t make that decision while I’m the one holding all the power. Ask me again when everyone on your list is dead and you’ve found Gabriel. If you still want me, I’ll be waiting.”

I step out of the shower and close the door, leaving Seraphine to get clean. After texting Don to collect the truck, I open a duffle bag containing a change of clothes.

My balls ache, and I’m still harder than ever. The thought of her wanting me is intoxicating, even though I know it’s wrong. She’s too young, too vulnerable, too confounded by Stockholm syndrome to make an informed decision. No matter how much I want her, I have to resist her. It’s for her own good.

And my own.

---