Haunting-Adeline

“Or what?” he challenges. I sigh, not having the mental capacity to spar
with Zade right now. I need a hot shower and then a long soak in the bath.
I refuse to bathe without washing the dirt and grime off first. I don’t like to
spend hours pruning in my own dirty bath water.
He goes through the mo ons with me for another hour, forcing me to
perform the move over and over un l I’m pan ng, and he has a bruise
forming under his eye.
Somehow, it just makes him look sexier, and I want to punch him in the
face for the tenth me all over again for it.
“That’s enough for today,” he announces, smiling despite the fact that I
just nailed him in the face again with my elbow.
“Good, because I need to take a shower, and you need to leave because
you’re definitely not coming within six feet of that bathroom,” I grouse,
plan ng my hands on my hips.
A smile curls his lips, slowly and salaciously, un l flames lick at my
cheeks again.
Bastard of a man.
“Who said I even need to be in the same house in order to watch you
bathe?”
My eyes narrow into thin slits. “There are no cameras in the bathroom.”
He chuckles with the same sinful undertones. He seizes my neck in his
hand once more, but my body refuses to go through the mo ons again. His
inten on is dangerous, but not directed towards my life.
But rather my vagina.
Traitorous, useless thing, you are.
“That you know of,” he taunts in a low, husky whisper before placing a
so kiss on my lips and effec vely silencing me. It’s short and anything but
sweet. His hand flexes, and my pussy pulses in tandem. “Just don’t forget
to scream my name when you’re holding that showerhead to your pussy.
You can come knowing that I’ll be shou ng yours, too.”
He releases me, slips a rose in my hand, and strides out of the bedroom,
shoo ng me one last heated glance before clicking the door shut behind
him.
I look down at the rose, twirling it in my hand as the world around me
blurs. I’m not even capable of considering where he was hiding it this
en re me. My heart is firmly lodged in my throat while I try to process his