THE SHOWER

“Don’t touch me.” She backed away slowly, taking a few glances between her steps and the bathtub before it ends in a bloodbath.

He moved closer, the back of her legs hit the body of the tub and she stopped.

He let out a soft exhale, picking up the sponge. “Sit down.”

She remained in her position, her gaze holding his in defiance. His eyes rested lazily on hers, like he wasn’t surprised or it wasn’t his first time doing this.

Doris already gave a lead, what happened to those other girls lingered in her mind.

In one second, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her body to his hard chest.

Before he pulled her to the edge of the tub, and shoved her gently into the water. The heat simmered underneath her entrance,

Her chest rose and fell, her nose flared in anger but she could do nothing. He was tossing her around, but her anger meant nothing if she was still at his mercy.

Lucian knelt beside the tub, dipped the sponge and dragged it slowly along her collarbone.

“Why?” she snapped, “Why are you doing this?”

He dropped the sponge, and pulled her hair back. Taking everything completely without a strand left and matting them into a single braid, leaving her question in the air.

His hands moved swiftly, like an expert, the braid rested neatly on her back. Almost like he was used to this

“Where is my sister?” Her voice shook as she asked, he picked up the sponge and trailed it down her arm.

Gliding softly, taking precise scrubs on every part of her like he owned her, he did anyways. His grip on her body was soft, careful, like she was fragile.

He wouldn’t want to hurt her, she’s worth ten million dollars. At least she thought so, but his face never let his real intentions show.

A soft grunt escaped his throat, but that was all. He just dipped the sponge back into the water, then slid it again along the line of her collarbone.

“What did you buy me for?” She just wouldn’t stop, his silence pissed her off more than her current situation. “Am I a sex toy?”

He let out a small smile, “You seem impatient, little dove.” He slide the sponge down between the swell of her breasts, softly and repeatedly.

His gaze wouldn’t leave her breasts, and they lingered long enough to make her chest hurt with a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

“You brought me here for a reason,” She swallowed, her voice shook as his hands moved lower, taking the sponge beneath the normal waterline.

“You’ll find out.”

He circled her belly button, slowly in a maddening motion that it almost stole a moan from her throat

Her finger instinctively gripped the tub, her entrance throbbed and her wetness ran down her legs into the water.

“I want to see Camilla,” she choked, “Tell me what you’ve done with her.”

Then, like he was about to respond, his hand stopped. His gaze lingered on her, then he rinsed the sponge again, and this time moved between her thighs.

Her breath seized, her knees buckled but closed….

“Open your legs,” He urged,

But she kept them shut, one of his brows lifted while his eyes burned with so much authority,

“I have a hard time with girls who don’t take instructions,” His finger dug into her thighs, forcefully prying them open, and then he took the sponge and dipped it lower.

He brushed through her inner thighs, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

“You will obey first, and fight later.”

Her jaws clenched, she hated how her body was reacting to her captor. How her pussy throbbed over the man who bought her like cheap meat.

“Tell me where she is,” she mouthed, she hadn’t realized yet that she wasn’t the one in control here.

No one could tell him what to do,

He dropped the sponge and stood, looking down at her soaked body,

“Come,” He said and walked out of the bathroom.

She let out an exhausting sigh but slowly stood up from the bathtub, placing her legs one by one on the tiles before approaching the bedroom.

There was a towel resting on the bed, she grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her body while he watched her from where he leaned by the dresser.

Her eyes scanned the room for something, anything she could use to threaten him.

Then they landed on the full length mirror near her, she stared at her reflection.

At how the ropes had cut into her skin, leaving marks around her wrists.

Without thinking, she raised her hand and smashed it into the mirror.

The glass shattered like gunfire, and it scattered across the floor on her feet.

She grabbed one long shard, so tightly it cut into her palms and blood seeped down her wrist. Then she approached him,

She raised it to his throat, “Let me go or I swear, I’ll cut you.”

His gaze dropped lazily to the shard at his throat, and her bleeding palm.

His lips curled into a full smile, as he watched her hands tremble.

Then he stepped closer,

“You think I’d pay ten million for a body I couldn’t break into pieces?” He leaned closer, the shard pierced into his skin but he made sure their nose almost touched.

Her hands trembled even more, Lucian turned his lips to her ears,

“You have ninety days to obey me, little dove,” He whispered, “Fail to please me, and I’ll send you back to the men who were bidding before me.”

He leaned away, and snatched the shard from her hand, tossing it away nonchalantly.

“And I doubt they’ll be as gentle.”

Then he snatched her wrist, his gaze dropped to her bleeding palm,

“Doris will take care of that,” He dropped it aggressively, “And you prepare yourself for me tomorrow.”