Page 71 of Pretty Pink Poison

“Always willing to fight for the villain, huh?”

I nudged into his shoulder. “Someone has to, Bane.”

He didn’t agree with me, but he closed his laptop and put his arm around me to pull me close and watched the whole rest of the movie with me that day.

I swear that man liked my company even if his ass didn’t say it.

So, I only acted out when I hadn’t seen him from dawn to dusk. I needed just a taste of him, even if it was just him bickering with me. If I didn’t hear from him, I started texting ridiculous things.

That very next day, I started with:

Me: Want to take me to that sex club, or should I go by myself?

Bane: Fuck off, Pink. I’m working. Listen to one of your romance books instead.

Me: Good idea. The one I’m listening to now has a masked man who stalks her and watches her shower. She opens the shower door and he’s there. You think she’ll get away?

Bane: Would you?

Me: Of course. I run fast.

Bane: Bull. You barely could outrun a man through a corn maze.

Me: I wanted to be caught.

Bane: Is that so?

Me: For instance, if it was a gas mask, well, I hate them. Would get away easily.

Bane: Start the shower and put the book on loud and let’s see.

I did as I was told. The narrator’s smooth, deep voice filled the bathroom as I slid off my clothing and turned the water on as hot as possible.

I wanted the bite when I imagined a man coming in and taking what he wanted.

Of course I wished Bane would fulfill the fantasy but didn’t expect to see him. He seemed to be working vigorously lately, talking on his phone and having security consistently knocking for more and more requests.

So, I took my time stepping under the rain showerhead and rubbed soap over my skin, sliding it harshly over my breasts and between my legs. Then I let the hot water hit me there right after, licking the heat over me so I could imagine it was his rough touch.

As the steam built up on the glass of the shower door, I touched myself and moaned his name over the narrator.

I pinched my clit the way he would and tried to picture how we’d take each other in the shower but then the narrator was cut off.

And I saw the silhouette in the doorway with a gas mask just like I fuckingloved.

I smeared my hand over the glass so I could see him clearly through the steamed-up door and smiled. “Oh, no. Please don’t hurt me.”

My tone was playful as he tilted his head and his breath sounded murderous. God, my whole body clenched from how dangerous he seemed.

“Touching yourself in there like you can’t help but want someone to fuck you like the man on that audiobook?”

“Never.” I opened the shower door and let the water splash everywhere like he hated. It’d make him give it to me rough just the way I wanted. “You should leave. I’m being watched bya monster of a man, and if you don’t right now, I’ll run and scream.”

“I’ll give you a head start.” He offered and took one step back in his boots. “Three. Two…”

Shit. I yelped and lunged for the bathroom exit, hoping to at least make it to the living room, but he caught me in four steps and slammed me into the wall right outside the bathroom by the neck.

His hand went right to my pussy as he cut off all my oxygen. I squirmed and rolled, loving the feel of him.