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Even so, the way she acts, the attitude, makes me want to show her up. To taunt her right back, so I take my time, turning away so she can’t see everything yet.

Glancing back, I catch her licking her lips, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

“You watch all the initiates strip?”

“We watch all initiates on first day. They have to rehabilitate from Gulag. Some try to run. Some kill themselves.”

“Why am I the only one here?”

“Matvey is getting bullet out of his leg.”

“And the others?”

“What others?”

Shit. The thought hadn’t quite occurred to me. Three other guys went in with us. One died the first day. The other two survived.

And were still there when I left.

Sighing, I reach for the first knob. Nothing happens. The next creaks loudly, stuck.

“Here, you must jiggle it—” she steps in close, way too close, reaching around me to grab the knob.

The sensation of her chest pressing into my back has my entire frame locked up. Tense as hell.

Right then the water sputters onto my chest, freezing cold.

Nothing I’m not used to, and the feeling of her right there has my blood pumping, my temperature scalding.

“My, my…” she mutters, looking down over my shoulder. I’m standing firm at attention.

Our eyes meet for a second, smoldering.

Aching. Our lips are an inch apart.

Until I shift to the left, letting enough cold water spatter back to make her move. I’m such a jackass. But I wanna make her work for it.

As if she can read my mind, she catches my eye, licking her lip and spinning her finger in a circle. With a huff, I turn, so slowly, hating myself for how badly I want her to grip my cock and pump me off right here.

I start to lather up, eager to be out of the water, but loving every second of this.

“Make sure and get clean everywhere…” Her eyes trail lower.

“Only cause you asked nicely,” I growl, tracing my hand down my stomach, soaping the length of my dick and flexing involuntarily in the frigid water.

“Are you going to take care of that?”

I try to hide my shock, the slightest bulge of my eyes.

I’m usually the one with the upper hand in these types of situations. At least in my past. But the way she has me completely at a disadvantage is absolutely doing it for me.

My chest heaves as I grasp my cock in my fist.

And she tugs down the front of her shirt, pressing her spectacular breasts together and moaning out the softest sigh for me.

I don’t stand a fucking chance.

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