Page 76 of Covert Desires

The walk to the house is silent and introspective but not uncomfortable. I’m super relieved that everyone has been sent home, that we have the place to ourselves. It would be hard to explain the state of us right now.

The harsh interior lights momentarily blind us as we enter. While my eyes adjust, Nico keeps his closed, clinging to my arm as I guide him upstairs to the bathroom.

I sit him on the toilet seat, assessing his injuries while the bath fills. He looks battle-worn, but it's mostly dirt and shallow cuts—nothing serious.

Holding his hand, I help Nico into the steaming water. He winces but doesn’t say anything.

I start with his neck, washing him methodically with a blue cloth, my hands tracing his skin from top to bottom.

It’s good for me to care for him; it helps with the angsty feelings clawing at my insides.

I didn’t expect the scene to affect me this emotionally.

But now, with the adrenaline emptied from my veins, anxiety is seeping in, tugging at my chest.

It’s only hitting me now. I’d been so focused on Nico that I didn’t make space for my own emotional comedown.

The scene was way rougher, more emotionally taxing than I thought it would be.

I’ve hunted down many assholes in a forest, but never an asshole I actually cared about.

As fun as the chase was, staying in character was so hard when Nico cried and pleaded for me to stop. Even though I knew he had his safe word, it hurt me to see him like that.

Now, in the aftermath of it all, I am desperate to reconnect. I need to know that we’re okay, that we’re still us.

Nico remains perfectly still in the bath, lost in his own world, as I wash his body and hair, much like when he first arrived on the island, lost in delirium.

But it’s different now.

He’s different.

We both are.

I thought I was done with the dangerous life, but the dangerous life clearly wasn't done with me.

As soon as I had a taste of that old me, the excitement, the adrenaline, the addiction took over like an inkblot spreading in water, consuming me until I was all black.

I can't go back to being the docile innkeeper. I don’t want to—I am finallyawakeagain.

The Don murmurs softly as I reach the cloth down to wash his cock, trailing it over his balls too.

Instantly, his dick perks up, awakening from its slumber.

This man!Every time I touch him, he gets so hard.

I love it.

His mouth tells no lies, and neither does his body.

There is no confusion or mixed signals about his desperate desire for me.

“Do you want to come, baby?” I whisper, gently squeezing his cock, and Nico’s eyes snap open.

He bites his lip and nods. “P-please.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Dumb question. The answer is always yes, isn’t it?”

Nico smiles, slowly coming back to me. “Can’t help it. It’s your fault.”

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