Maybe if I bang my head on the door enough, I’ll wake up and this day will have been a simple nightmare.
My phone vibrates. Marek’s name is on the screen. I guess I’m not dreaming.
Try 1-0-4-5.
I look around to see if I’m alone before I type in the code. The door clicks, and I open it and ease into the building. As I rush to the elevator, I scan everything in sight, hoping to spot the next attack before it hits me.
Them stealing my trust is one thing, but now, they’re after my safety.
I unlock the door to my dark apartment. This is nothing new, but right now, it might be more than I can handle. My body itches with the stench of today’s chaos. I strip on the way to the bathroom, turn on the light, and jump into the shower. The water burns my flesh, and with a hand on the cool tile wall, I accept the sting it brings.
Through the steam, orange blossom and leather hit my senses. Warmth wraps around me as a familiar hand flattens on my taut skin. With his fingers splayed out, Marek pulls me into his chest.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
This is when I should be scared. I’m helpless here, alone, yet not.
His head dips down, and his chin rests on my shoulder, his lips close to my ear. He takes a few breaths, his chest moving in rhythm with mine. We are both struggling to stay still.
As if he can read my mind, I’m spun around, and my back hits the tile. His hand slides across my collarbone and creeps up around my neck.
“Do it,” I goad, dropping my attention to his dick.
“Do you get off on pushing me?” His fingers tighten enough for me to notice the subtle movement. The pressure is uncomfortable.
“Do you get off on pushing me?” I jerk forward to try to loosen his hold, only for him to squeeze tighter.
“You have no idea how far I’m capable of pushing you, Palmer.” I watch his lips as he slings the threat.
Like a lightning storm brewing between us, his lips crash into mine, and I’m hoisted up into his arms. He devours my mouth, and my brain short circuits when his tongue slips across my lips.
Everything is forgotten.
I’m me. He’s him. That’s all that matters.
“Fuck!” Marek pulls back, slamming his fist next to my head so hard I think he’s cracked the tile. Some internal debate plays out in his eyes, and the moment he grimaces, I know I’m going to get a different version of the Marek I’ve experienced this far.
Before I can brace myself, he pushes inside of me. The move is effortless, and I’m surprised when he leans his forehead against mine, watching me as he fucks me against the shower wall.
My mind is telling me to push him off, tell him no, but my body has other plans. With my arms wrapped around his shoulders, I hold on for dear life, riding our pleasure until his body tenses against mine.
“I shouldn’t have come here,” he moans in my ear, coming inside of me.
With an unexpected gentleness, he sets my feet on the shower floor. The warm proof of Marek being inside of me, pools between my thighs. I squeeze them together, covering my chest, suddenly self-conscious of being exposed to him.
Without speaking, Marek grabs my shampoo and washes my hair. Once it’s rinsed, he slathers on the conditioner, running his fingers through the strands under the warm water until it’s clean.
“What are you—” He holds up a finger, silencing me.
My time is limited with him, so I don’t say anything else, instead, choosing to accept whatever he does to me.
He reaches behind me and grabs my pink loofa, squirting a quarter-sized amount of body wash on the middle. Like this is completely normal behavior, he hands me the bottle to put back in its place. When my back is turned, Marek bends down, putting my senses on high alert. He starts at my ankle and works his way slowly up my calf, then switches to the other leg to continue the torture. The small cuts on my knees are tender.
He shows undivided attention to every inch of my body, hissing in a breath when his fingers creep between my legs. He’s gentler than I’ve ever imagined him capable of.
Once he’s happy with his work, he turns the shower knob, stopping the flow of water, sending a direct chill over my body. After sliding