Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
My fucked-up, twisted soul was hers. Demons and all.
• Thirty-Three •
“I’ve been in your bedroom, little doll. I’ve seen your things.”
Capri
Thatcher picked me up and moved me over to the built-in bench without a word. I sank down onto it. I had no strength left in my legs to stand. He didn’t say anything as he picked up the shampoo and squeezed some into his hand, then proceeded to wash my hair.
I closed my eyes as his strong hands massaged my scalp. He worked his hands down the strands, making sure he didn’t miss a spot, then reached for a handheld water sprayer and began to rinse it. I reached up and wiped the water from my face and looked up at him. He was getting the other bottle, which I assumed was the conditioner. His eyes shifted to mine as he put some into his palm.
Without saying a word, he began running his fingers through my locks, working the conditioner in as he got out the tangles. I blinked against the water as my eyes watched his lower stomach muscles move, then followed the trail of hair that led to his still semi-hard penis. Which had been inside me.
I dropped my eyes down to my thighs and opened them a little. The thick fluid that leaked from between them took a moment to register. When it did, my head snapped up to stare at Thatcher. There had been no condom. Of course there hadn’t. We’d gotten in the shower, naked. Why hadn’t that dawned on me?
Because I had lost my mind, and all I’d wanted was to be fucked by this man. He’d given me my wish, and it had been … spectacular. It had hurt at first. Bad. But then it had turned into something else. I’d have done anything he asked of me at that moment.
His eyes met mine. He’d rinsed my hair. Did he realize he’d been inside me without a condom? I took birth control daily because my periods were awful if I didn’t. But there was more than just pregnancy to worry about. How often did he get checked?
He’d been in another woman earlier today. I winced. God, I was so stupid. How did this man make me do such irresponsible things?
Thatcher took my hand and pulled me up.
“You came inside me?” I said, still not believing that I hadn’t thought about it.
He nodded.
I licked my lips, and he reached behind me and turned off the water.
“Stay in here where it’s warm, and I’ll get you a towel.”
That was all he was going to say? I had his cum leaking between my legs, and he was getting me a towel. I’d just had sex with a crazy man, and I’d known it when I let him touch me. I had basically begged him to. Once he put his hands on my body, I lost common sense.
He stepped out, and my eyes went to his muscular, round ass and the two dimples right above it on his lower back. He was a walking wet dream. Could I truly blame myself? Most girls didn’t get to lose their virginity to a man who looked like that one. Or fucked like him.
I closed my eyes and sighed. I was in trouble. I’d convinced myself my feelings for him weren’t real deep, and I’d almost believed it. But now that I’d had the man buried inside me, I knew better. What I felt went well beyond what it should. I was in dangerous territory. Instead of trying to figure out how to get out of here, I was trying to figure out how to keep Thatcher from getting in trouble. I wasn’t going to press charges, and I would lie and say I ran off with him if asked.
He stepped back inside with a large, fluffy white towel opened up and came over to me, wrapping me up in it. The towel was almost hot, as if it had been heated. I shivered into it, and he pulled me to him, holding me for a moment before placing a hand on my back and leading me out of the rain cave, which was what his shower reminded me of.
When I stepped out onto the rug, he picked up another towel and started drying my hair. He was not helping matters. I needed to be mad. He’d come inside of me. Gone without a condom. I could have some sexually transmitted disease! Had he considered that? He didn’t want to hurt me, but he sure hadn’t thought of my safety when he entered me bare.
“When were you tested last?” I asked him.
“Two weeks ago. I get tested monthly. But I’ll be tested again immediately.” He cupped the side of my face and looked at me. “You’re the first cunt I’ve taken raw.”