Page 10 of His Bet To Take
I’m shaking so much I can’t get the first button through the slit. He grips my hands and brings them to his mouth, kissing my knuckles.
“You’re okay,” he reassures. “You’re safe. You’re the safest you’ve ever been. Right here. With me. I won’t hurt you.” He runs his finger down my neck and smirks. “Well, not unless you want me to.”
And is it sick that I do? That I want him to ruin me?
I want to hurt for him.
I want to ache.
Something other than the loneliness I’ve felt my entire life.
“You aren’t going to tell me if it bothers you? About your brother?” He takes off his shirt when he realizes I’m still shaking, but not with fear, with nerves.
Is this it? Is this how I’ll lose my virginity? In the shower of the island’s most wealthy, murderous man?
“Mmm, you aren’t surprised.” He unbuckles his pants, and they drop. His hard, massive cock slaps against his stomach and I hold my breath, immediately intimidated.
It must be ten inches, almost as thick as my wrist, and there’s a pulsating vein on the side, pumping him full of lust. A bead of precome threatening to drip down his shaft.
“Look at me.”
I do. I yank my eyes from his intimidating cock and swallow as I look at him.
“You aren’t surprised?”
“Why are you asking me about my brother when we are naked?”
“Because I won’t take you with the thought of your brother in the way. The way I want to hurt you…” a rumble forms in his throat. “It isn’t in the same way as your brother.” He presses his hands against my chest, still not taking a glimpse of my body.
He opens the shower door and shoves me inside, making me stumble. I cross my arms over my chest to cover myself.
Ian yanks my arms away from my body and I whimper, my knees weak as he finally looks me up and down, analyzing me, studying me.
Am I good enough?
“God.” He wraps his hand around himself and strokes, swiping the bead of precome from his crown. “You’re fucking perfect. To know no one has been between your legs, it makes me… feral.” His nostrils flare and his eyes turn to dangerous slits. “Never hide yourself from me, Mae. Ever.”
“Okay,” I whisper, pressing myself against the rock wall.
He turns on the shower and it doesn’t even take a second to be steaming hot. In my apartment, it only gets lukewarm for about five minutes before it turns cold.
He grips me by the arm and holds me in front of him under the spray. “I want to wash the day from your skin. I want to get that job off you. I want to get those man’s words off you. I want to wash his hands from you.” He bends my head down and runs his hand over my hair, soaking the strands. “The only man you’ll ever be bathed in is me.”
I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of his fingers against my scalp and I ask the question that’s been burning in my chest. “Are you going to fuck me here in the shower? I don’t want you to think you aren’t getting your money’s worth.”
His hand falls to the back of my neck, and he spins me around, pinning me against the wall. The water drips down my face. He curls his body over mine, the hot flesh of his cock pressing against my hole, his lips are against my neck, and his free hand grips my hip.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he says deeply, the treble reminding me of gravel. “But I’ll do it on my time. I won’t rush you. I might be a monster, but I don’t want to be a monster to you.”
I force myself to turn in his grasp and he doesn’t look at me, his eyes fall to my breasts, and his fingers dig into my ribcage.
“You’re so perfect. I can’t wait to have you. It’s going to be such a delicacy.” He leans forward and I think he’s about to kiss me, but he grabs the bottle of shampoo from the shelf and squirts the peppermint-scented soap into his palm.
Disappointment hits me for some reason.
“But not until you feel at home.”
I don’t know what to say to that. I’m tired. I’m shocked. I’m naked in a shower with a man I barely know, but I feel like I’m meant to be here. He takes the time to care for me, washing my hair, putting conditioner in it, then washing my body, but he never makes a move to take it further even if his cock is solid the entire time.