Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Naughty girl.
Yet, just as quickly as the illicit thought crossed my mind, I gnashed my teeth as a stab of jealousy knifed my gut.
There was only one reason why a woman suffered through the pain of waxing her pussy.
For a man.
God fucking dammit.
Curling my fingers into a fist, I slammed them against the tiled wall over her head, caging her in. “No. What the fuck were you thinking, starting a fire like that?”
She averted her gaze. “I was thinking that you demanded dinner, and I didn’t want to know what was going to happen if I didn’t make it.”
“You should have told me you didn’t know how to cook,” I seethed.
She pushed out her chin. “I’m an intelligent, capable woman. I was figuring it out!”
“How the fuck don’t you have any basic life skills?”
I was trying to focus on my anger, but it wasn’t working. My blood was still running hot through my veins from the sight of her scared and in danger in that kitchen. From the idea that I could have easily lost her.
And now, having her so close, naked and vulnerable, she was completely at my mercy.
Despite the cool water, my cock was hard and standing straight up.
I watched Olivia’s gaze flitter downward and then hasten away just as the tip of her cute pink tongue nervously flicked over her lower lip.
My little princess was trying not to stare at my cock.
The idea sent a bolt of pure need straight down my shaft.
“I have all the skills I need to excel in my life,” she argued as she ducked under my arm and skittered to the other side of the shower. Like that would somehow protect her from me.
The move gave me another look at her ass.
From this angle, I could see the distinct handprint on her left cheek from my earlier spanking.
My handprint.
My mark.
Mine.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into my chest, turning her around so she was facing the water, getting hit directly by the spray.
“No, don’t. It’s so cold.”
“You should have thought about that before you set yourself on fire.”
I secured her wrists and pulled them away from her body so the cold water soaked all of her.
She screamed again and pulled against my grip, but I refused to let her go.
CHAPTER 12
MARKSEN
Her naked ass was pressed against my groin, and the more she wiggled, the more I wanted to bend her over and slide into her wet heat, but I needed to make sure she wasn’t seriously injured.
“I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I’m sorry. I don’t know how to cook, I can’t clean, and I don’t know anything about a properly presented plate!” she sputtered as the water spray hit her in the face.
I threw my head back and laughed.
She really was adorably clueless.
Why did I think it was so cute?
I had never thought anything was cute before.
She ripped her arms from my grasp and turned to face me. This time, she didn’t bother hiding her body, and I didn’t pretend not to look.
Casting a heated gaze over her face and breasts, I asked, “Does it hurt anywhere?”
I didn’t see any burnt skin. Nothing was even red or pink anymore.
It was all the perfect ivory of her natural skin, except the tight pink nipples that were hard and begging for my mouth and her bare pink lips between her legs.
“No, the fire barely touched me. It was gone as fast as it was there,” she mumbled.
“Good.”
I reached behind her and turned the dial of the shower to give us warmer water. I then stepped back and just watched her body relax under the warmer temperature.
Her gaze stayed warily on mine while she ran her hands over her hair and down her body. I reached behind her again, brushing against her as I picked up the bodywash.
“Clean yourself,” I demanded as I lifted her hand and squirted some of the soap into her open palm.
“I’m not injured so you don’t have to stay in the shower.”
“I’m not leaving.”
“Fine. Then I’ll leave.”
“The hell you will, and if you don’t use that soap, I will.” I used a finger under her chin to tilt her head back as I promised, “And I’ll be very thorough if I do.”
Without moving, I watched her lather the soap between her fingers and rub it all over her body, starting with her shoulders and arms. I gazed at her expression, looking for any signs of pain or distress as her hands moved over her skin, until I was confident she wasn’t lying about not being hurt just to save face.
She kept her head lowered when her hands moved to her full breasts. They were perfect teardrops. Full and round, her pink nipples practically begged to be sucked on.
I couldn’t take it anymore.