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Matthias

I see the moment fear seeps in her eyes.

She’s never truly been afraid of me before. Both times she spit on my face, she was furious, not scared. Even when I kidnapped her, even when I killed those men, she didn’t look at me like this.

I didn’t think I was capable of scaring this girl.

But now?

Now, she’s scared.

Good. She should be afraid.

My intentions to apologize evaporated at her blatant sass, at her defiance in the face of a simple request to turn off that God-awful noise she calls music.

She needs to be taught a lesson. It’s long overdue.

But anger takes a backseat to something much more wicked when I register her state of undress.

Being fully clothed while she’s naked perfectly symbolizes my power in our relationship .

My cock hardens instantly, and I haven’t even looked down yet.

I take in her face first. Water droplets cling to her skin, falling down her body in slow streams, the ones beneath her eyes remind me of tears.

She’ll have real tears soon. Tears of pleasure.

My gaze follows the path of the water down her neck. That delicate, dainty neck, so small my hand nearly circled it earlier.

Down her chest, flushed from the heat of her shower.

Then I see them.

Her breasts.

Full, heavy, tipped with dusky rose nipples so tight, they beg for my mouth. Whether it’s from the open shower stall or from my presence, I don’t know.

I pray it’s the latter.

The need to touch her, taste her, bite her, overwhelms me.

Precum leaks from my tip.

I force my eyes lower, only because I know what I’ll find.

Her soft belly. I can already imagine the way it would move if I took her from above. The thought alone is nearly enough to break my restraint.

And then, paradise.

I inhale sharply, instinctively.

She found the razors. She’s bare. I wouldn’t care if she wasn’t. Margot could be covered in hair, and I’d still be brought to my knees. But now, there’s nothing between me and the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

And I know the difference between shower water and slick arousal.

Her thighs glisten with arousal. I haven’t even touched her, and she’s already wet for me.

At the sound of my inhale, she snaps out of her trance and scrambles to cover herself. Her right arm crosses over her perfect breasts while her left hand drops over her core, blocking my view.

I knock her hands away.

“Never hide your body from me.” It’s a growl. A command. One she will obey.

She hesitates, still fighting me.

I narrow my eyes.

She huffs but lowers her arms.

“Good girl.” I murmur.

Her blush deepens, spreading across her chest.

I take my time now, admiring the rest of her.

Those hips. Wide, made for my hands. Made for me to hold while I thrust into her.

My fingers twitch as I force myself not to grab her.

Her thick thighs. The ones that will wrap around my waist and keep me locked inside her.

She squeezes them together, rubbing them, trying to relieve the ache. Trying to hide her arousal.

That won’t do.

I step into the shower, fully clothed, letting the hot water flow freely over me. Her eyes widen as the distance between us closes. Every step I take forward, she matches with one backwards, until she’s pressed up against the wall. I trap her with arms on either side of her head.

I wedge my leg between hers, forcing them apart.

Heat. Slickness.

Even through my slacks, I can feel how wet she is. I don’t bother swallowing my groan.

“You only get pleasure from me.”

She needs to understand .

I can’t stop myself. I reach forward and grab her breast. It’s heavier than I expected. It’s so full, it spills from my hand, too much to contain.

I roll her nipple between my finger, twisting until she gasps. The sound more beautiful than I imagined.

Her eyes flutter closed.

I pinch harder.

She yelps.

“Eyes on me.” I reprimand.

She blinks up, breathless. She doesn’t realize it yet, but she’s learning. There are rules, and there are consequences. From now on, she will obey.

I shift my grip, moving from her breast down to the softness of her stomach. She tenses and bows her head.

I swat the outside of her thigh.

“Eyes on me.” I growl.

She looks up again.

“I won’t have you embarrassed by your body. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. This soft belly showcases your womanhood. Feel what you do to me.”

I grab her hand and press her palm against my cock.

Her breath hitches. She tightens her grip, testing, feeling. I thrust into her hand, letting her know exactly how badly I need her.

She’s transfixed.

I release her wrist and let my hand drift lower.

She swallows hard.

I move my thigh, spreading her legs further.

She’s soaked for me.

I stroke my fingers through her folds, collecting wetness. I tease her clit, rubbing lazy circles, drawing out her pleasure. She lets out a beautiful mess of moans.

Her hips start to move, chasing my touch .

I swat her thigh again.

She moans louder.

Interesting. My girl likes being spanked.

“Stay still.”

She huffs but obeys.

I go back to her slit, rubbing slow, deliberate strokes.

She shudders, her thighs trembling.

I tease her entrance, dipping just the tip of my finger inside before pulling out. Again, and again. Every time, I push a little deeper.

She whines in frustration.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” I murmur. “But I think you want this just as much as I do.”

She opens her mouth to deny it.

I cut her off.

“I can smell your arousal. I can feel it. It’s soaking through my slacks. Don’t bother lying to me.”

She flushes. Her skin, already pink from the heat, turns a deeper shade.

Breathtakingly beautiful .

I thrust a finger inside her.

She gasps, clenching around me.

I start to move, slow at first, then faster, falling into a rhythm.

She’s close.

Her hand flattens against the wall, as if bracing for impact.

Good girl.

I lean into her, my lips brushing her ear.

“If you come without my permission, you won’t come for a month.”

She freezes. Shock and desperation evident in her expression .

I smirk. She doesn’t realize it yet, but I do.

She’s mine now. Completely.

And she will obey. Because she wants to. Because she needs to.

This is going to be fun.