Page 24 of Vengeance (Ruthless MC 4)
“No.”
Vampire appears behind me—like, well, a vampire. And he all but pushes my hands away before roughly twisting my extensions into a messy man bun.
I’m trying to play along, but I can’t keep the irritation out of my voice as I ask, “So, are you going to be bathing me every morning?”
“No,” he answers gruffly. “We take turns.”
So, so creepy.
But hey, his man bun holds. I dutifully sit still as he gives me a perfunctory bath and scrubs me down from head to toe. After he helps me climb out of the bath, he pats me dry with the towel—much less enthusiastically than Hyena the day before. Then he points toward the sink.
"Wash your face.”
One of the other few things I’m allowed to do on my own.
I snatch up another elegant bottle of face wash—some brand I’ve never heard of. He lingers behind me as I scrub the rich lather over my face, as if he’s suspicious I’m going to try to do something by myself again.
I have to bite down on my back teeth to keep from snapping as I rinse the soap off. The new plan won’t work if any of them sense my hostili—
All thoughts cut off when Vampire’s long elegant hands suddenly run over my breasts and down the front of my stomach. Oil, I realize on a shuddered breath. He’s massaging some kind of body oil into my skin.
Not sure what else to do, I just stand there, my breath coming out in shorter and shorter pants as he runs his hands all over my body, massaging the oil into my skin.
Okay, I’ve got to admit, this does not exactly feel like something I have to endure for the good of the plan. Warm, sensual feelings replace the annoyed one as my tension melts under his intensive attention to making sure my skin is thoroughly moisturized. Vampire saves the space between my legs for last, and he doesn’t stop with a few swipes of oil.
No…he stands behind me in the mirror and keeps on massaging—both my folds and the engorged pearl hidden between them.
Soon moans replace the short pants. His free hand covers one of my breasts while his massaging hand works that much faster.
The image of us in the mirror has turned filthy. His teeth are at my neck, nipping but not biting. And I’m all but limp in his arms, my eyes glazed over with lust as he roughly kneads my breast and lewdly works my core. He stares at me intently as I respond to everything he’s doing to me with needy mews.
And we both watch me fall apart in the mirror, my legs shaking on either side of his large hand.
I can feel how hard he is against my back, and I wonder if he’ll bend me over the sink.
But no…
He just holds me in his arms as I quiver then whispers, “Good,” his lips grazing but not quite kissing my neck.
Then he abruptly releases me. “Go find Hyena or Des-E, so you don’t break a rule.”
That was another rule. If I have sex with one of them without at least one other person in the room, I have to go find another one of them to do the deed with. Yes, Vampire actually told me all of this yesterday. With a straight face.
And after telling me to find somebody else to have sex with, he goes over to the tub and starts gathering up the towel and other supplies—because heaven forbid if I actually decide to take a shower by myself again.
He leaves me in the bathroom, still trembling from the aftershocks of that intense orgasm.
I’m pretty sure this is a test. An extremely messed-up test.
Luckily, I’m great at passing tests.
Instead of standing there like a stunned victim of Vampire’s hit and run orgasm, I make my way downstairs, my heart beating hard for reasons that have nothing to do with the new plan.
CHAPTER 12
DOC
Des-E’s just entering the cabin's kitchen area when I make it down the stairs. He’s dressed in a muscle tank and cotton gym shorts. Like maybe he’s planning on working out after breakfast.
“Oh, hell, incoming!” Hyena calls out when I grab Des-E by the front of his shirt and pull him down to my level for a searing kiss without so much as a good morning.
I hate unexpected surprises, but Des-E’s not mad at me at all.
He immediately responds, dragging his mouth over mine until I’m so excited I’m practically climbing his body.
But there’s no need to scale his mountain. He picks me up and slams me into a kitchen wall, knocking the breath out of me and causing some cabinet of dishes I can’t see to shake and rattle.
He doesn’t give me time to catch those missed breaths. Just thrusts upward with a growl, filling me like Vampire refused to with one punch. Before he immediately begins fucking me into the wall.
