This Is War, Baby - K Webster Page 0,9

of my sex, he scrubs gently but in a determined fashion. It’s not sexual and it doesn’t turn me on. In fact, it repulses me. I want him gone from there. The rag is returned to the bowl and he squeezes the water from it once again. This time, when he goes back between my legs, I gasp in horror. He’s cleaning my butt—the hole to be exact.

“Stop,” I beg.

But he doesn’t stop. He carefully cleanses my body one inch at a time. Thankfully, he returns the rag back to the water and disappears with the bowl. A chill from the air skitters over my flesh and goosebumps erupt all over my skin. When his footsteps thud back toward me, I tense up.

“Ready?” he questions from the doorway.

Tears well in my eyes and he blurs before me. I quickly blink them away so I can see him. I don’t want him out of my sight.

“Please don’t…”

He frowns. “Your pleas will fall on deaf ears. I can gag you, though, if you’d prefer. Up to you. But keep begging and I’ll become annoyed. You don’t want me annoyed, Baylee. You want to please me. Trust me.”

I start to cry but I don’t dare utter a word. He seems satisfied and drags the blanket the rest of the way from me, depositing it on the floor behind him.

“You’re so perfect,” he coos and runs a finger up my shin toward my thigh. “You have much to learn, so we’re going to need to get started. Two weeks will come and go pretty quickly.”

Two weeks?

And then what?

His finger trails lazily up my inner thigh and I cringe when he drags it along my sex. I can’t do this.

“Most men don’t like hair there. Soon, I’ll reward you with a razor and you can clean this up.” He tugs at the hair on my pubic bone and I cry out. “Shhh, remember what I said about the begging. I could gag you with the rag I cleaned your ass with. Would you like that?”

I shake my head in vehemence. “No.” Please don’t is on the tip of my tongue but he’d probably gag me for that.

“Okay then. I can see this will go well.” His eyes become predatory as he drags his finger down my slit and pushes between my lips, connecting with my clit. He doesn’t move, simply stares at me. “Did Brandon know how to touch you, Baylee? Did he ever bring you to orgasm?”

“N-No.”

My chest feels as if it will rip apart and free my exploding heart at any moment.

“That’s because he’s a boy. You’ve never had a man with my experience draw pleasure from you.”

A wobble from my bottom lip is my only sign of weakness. Of course he sees it and grins.

“See, I could get you off with just this finger,” he tells me in a smug tone. “All I’d have to do is press and massage and circle right here.” As he says here, I grow dizzy when stars dance around me. Despite my feeling afraid and betrayed, my body reacts. It embarrasses me and a shameful crimson heats my skin.

“Your skin is telling me you like this and I’m so glad. I want to prove to you my experience over his. That night, when I came for you, I could see the bored look in your eyes. I can assure you, when I’m between your legs, you’ll only be thinking about me.”

I swallow and close my eyes. Maybe I can pretend I’m someplace else. For a moment pretend it’s Brandon instead, so I can endure the punishment he’s about to unleash. The bed squeaks and I ignore it, clenching my eyes tighter.

I can do this.

Think of spiky brown hair.

Think of the sweet smile of my high school boyfriend.

Think about anything other than the—

“Oh!” I screech and yank my eyes open against my will.

Gabe raises a smug brow at me as his thick, wide tongue plows between my lips, dragging pleasure in its wake. His thumbs dig brutally into my thighs and I yelp. I don’t want to watch him but I’m snared in his stare.

So hungry.

So primal.

So evil.

One hand leaves my thigh and he pushes a finger into my body. It’s uncomfortable but not unpleasant. And with the way he’s licking and sucking in all the spots Brandon couldn’t find just days ago, I’m starting to lose my hold on sanity. It’s hard to be upset and afraid when my body is being overwhelmed with such unimaginable