Fear Me Page 57

“You’re standing in front of the door,” I whispered.

“Am I?”

I hope so. I stared up at him but didn’t say anything. He smirked and pushed open the door all the while keeping his gaze on mine. I looked inside hesitantly and let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Congratulations, you bought yourself a few seconds.” He walked into the bathroom and leaned against the sink, waiting for me. I walked in and looked around the clean but plain bathroom. You could tell by looking that only men used this bathroom. There weren’t any of the frou frou decorations that women liked.

“I didn’t see where you keep the towels in here.”

“That’s because we don’t.”

“Then why did you –”

“I wanted to see if you were still lying to me.”

You could hear a pen drop a mile away. I opened and closed my mouth but no words came out. He stared at me for a few seconds longer and then walked over to the shower and cut the water on. When he walked back over to me, I took a step back but he caught the front of my dress and pulled me to him. He spun me around and unzipped the back and when it was off, he nudged me into the shower. He left the bathroom and returned moments later with two cloths and two towels in his hand. He continued to ignore me while he slipped out of his jeans and shirt and when he stepped into the shower, I moved over to put space between us.

He grabbed the bar of soap out the dish and grabbed my neck next, pulling me to him again. “Wash me,” he ordered, placing the cloth in my hand.

“Aren’t you going to punish me?”

“Do you want me to punish you?” I faltered and realized I didn’t know how to answer that question. No, dumb ass! I mentally screamed the answer to myself but yet the words couldn’t pass my lips. He smirked and said, “I know you better than you know yourself, Monroe. I’m not going to punish you…tonight. I’m fucking tired. Controlling you is exhausting.”

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?” Did I say that out loud?

He eyed me and said, “Careful…I’m not that tired.”  I looked down and fingered the soapy cloth in my hand. He released a harsh breath and gripped my wrist bringing it up to his chest. “You can start here.”

My hand automatically began moving in circles across his chest. He had an impressive build for an eighteen year old but no one would ever have accused Keiran of being ordinary. He watched me as I washed him and I almost dropped the cloth a few times. When I reached his lower stomach and the hard erection stretched against it, I paused. I slowly ran the cloth up and down, my nervousness making my grip firm and I briefly hoped I was hurting him the way he does me when he takes me. But you like the pain…

The groan that erupted from his throat sounded pleasurable rather painful so I tightened my grip and continued the up and down motion. The hot water pounding over us was forgotten as I concentrated on making him hurt.

“Fuck,” he groaned again. “Unless you want me to fuck you right now, I suggest you stop playing with my dick. I know what you were trying to do. It would be more efficient if you kneed me in the balls.”

I kept my gaze down to hide the guilt and quickly finished washing him. When I finished he soaped the other cloth and washed my body with surprisingly gentle, massaging strokes. Before I knew it, I was closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation.

When he finished washing me he brusquely ordered me to get out and I bit back a retort for his rudeness. I dried off slowly, hoping it pissed him off and then left to wait in his room. I could still hear the shower running as I rummaged through the bag he packed for me. After searching three times I realized he forgot to pack pajamas for me. I huffed and sat on the edge of the bed. He finally came in moments later with a towel wrapped around his waist. This was my second time seeing him like that and the effect was even stronger than the last.

“I don’t have pajamas.”

He unwrapped his towel and used a corner to dry off his chest. The urge to taste his skin was overwhelming. When he dropped his towel on the floor and switched off the light, plunging the room in darkness my ire rose. He approached the bed and dropped down on the mattress.

“I sleep nude so you will too.”

“I really prefer not to so if you could loan me a shirt…”

“Sleep naked or sleep on the floor.” He sounded as if he was already half asleep. I could only make out his shadow among the bed sheets.

“You’re being unreasonable.” Silence greeted me. After a few minutes I stood up and dropped the towel. I pulled back the sheets while eyeing him carefully and quickly slipped inside using the sheet to cover my naked body. His breathing sounded even so I assumed he’d already fallen asleep. I shifted until I was as far away from him as I could get without falling off the bed.



“Why did you have sex with me in front of your cousin?” I held my breath, waiting for an answer.

“He needed to see that you were only mine.”

“Why did he need to see that?” I asked, confused.

“Because he wants to fuck you.” He said it as casually as if we were discussing the weather.

I frowned. “What would make you think that?”

“My cousin will fuck anything that moves.”

“And yet he hasn’t fucked you.”


“Sorry.” I suppressed the sneaky laugh bubbling in my chest but it quickly died when a disturbing thought occurred to me. “Would you let him have me?”

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