argue.
“Ha! I maintain the kiss was all you. And showering together saves electricity. Must you always see depravity in everything I do?”
“Yes,” I say.
“There is another shower directly behind you. Would you prefer that?”
“Yes.”
I feel his warm body brush against me as he goes to turn the shower on. A few moments later, the splashes of warm water hit the backs of my thighs, and he goes back to his side.
I must admit I’m surprised.
Pleasantly surprised.
The water feels incredible as I stand under it, letting it soak my hair and wash away the strange mix of hard substances on my face.
It’s been so long since I last cleaned myself with something remotely warm.
I almost forget there is a demon standing behind me. Almost, but not quite.
Still, he’s not bothering me, and I’m thankful for that. I’m too tired to fight with him or try to work him out tonight. With everything that’s happened, I’m mentally exhausted.
“Soap, dear?” he shouts over.
“Please, dear.”
He chuckles and kicks a bottle over, which ends up hitting me in the ankle. “Fuck!” I curse him.
“Should I have handed it to you?” he asks, his tone playful.
I can see where he’s going with this, and I refuse to fall into his trap. I bend down at the knees, trying to find the bottle in the darkness.
The sound of the water changing pattern is the only warning I get—and that’s not nearly enough time. His hands press against my head, keeping me crouched low. I reach out to stop myself from stumbling, finding only his thighs.
I feel his hands in my hair, scooping it into a wet ponytail at the back of my head and keeping me trapped.
“What are you doing?”
He says nothing for a long minute. “Pass me the soap.”
I shift my position onto my knees so I don’t need to keep clinging onto his thighs for balance. Feeling around, I locate the bottle behind me and hand it to him.
“There’s a good girl,” he says with a chuckle.
I don’t find this half as amusing as he does.
Yet again, I appear to have fallen into another one of his traps.
Normally I’d feel frustrated, I’d kick myself and wonder how I could have been so stupid. But tonight I just don’t have the mental energy to feel anything other than a vague sense of acceptance.
He pours the liquid into my hair and works it up to a lather.
The smell of him multiplies tenfold as the soap mingles with the hot water and creates a heavy scented steam around us.
His fingers are strong and cover every part of my head, massaging the back of my neck in a gentle rhythm. It feels nice, despite the fact that I’m on my knees beneath him. No doubt he enjoys that.
Let him, I tell myself.
Let him have his fun.
Seemingly finished, he pulls me up to stand under the spray with him. The water is so hot it’s almost scalding, but that’s what I wanted. I wanted to be clean. His hands come to my cheeks, and he rubs away the rest of the makeup and blood with his thumbs.
He works his way down slowly, covering my shoulders and kneading the muscles in my upper arms. It feels incredible, and I’m only realizing how much tension has been there now that he’s releasing it. That’s what living in fear does to you. Being on the edge all the time. Every part of me is tightened up like a coil, and I let out a sigh as he works the ache away.
But I know he’s not going to stay at my shoulders.
“I can wash myself,” I tell him.
“Really? Your little hands could do this?” He pushes the muscles above my shoulder blades together, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me. “You will need to show me that sometime.”
He spins me around and pushes me against the hard tiled wall, his chest pressing against my back and rendering me immobile.
The action comes from nowhere.
No warning.
No time to get myself ready or think about how I’ll react. He is always so unpredictable, and now my heart is racing just from wondering what he will do next.
Without sight, every sense is heightened. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest behind me. I can feel his cock as it presses hot against my lower back, and it’s definitely not soft. I can feel my heart as it beats hard against the wall.
There are multiple questions running through my mind at once, but one