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I’m lost in my moment when I’m suddenly startled by his voice. I open my eyes to see him standing over me.

Chapter Nine

The Beast

Igather the clothing that she will wear for her training today. She’s not going to like what I’ve picked out, and I’m sure she’ll try to fight me, but I don’t care. Once she realizes it’s the same outfit that Paige is wearing, she should relax a little bit. And if she doesn’t, I’ll help her relax. I was truthful when I told her that I wouldn’t force anyone to do something that they don’t want to do. But, Iknowthere are things that she’d like to do; things that she would never admit to. I’ve seen it every time I’ve looked into her stunning hazel eyes. I just need to get her on the club floor and see which activity makes her face light up the most. I’m not above manipulating her into trying new things.

I hear a loud splash in the bathroom and I peek my head out to see what’s going on and whether or not she is obeying my instructions. I’m surprised when I see the top of her head just over the edge of the bathtub.

Good girl.

When everything is laid out, I walk into the bathroom to find her lying back in the tub with her eyes closed. She is underneath one of the largest mountains of bubbles I’ve ever seen. I steal a moment to stare at her. She is even more beautiful with fewer clothes on. I can just make out where the curve of her tits begin, before they disappear beneath the bubbles, and the temptation drives me wild. Though I am pleased that she listened, I’m irritated that I can’t see more of her.

All in good time.

“This isn’t the spa, hurry up,” I command.

I’m amused to see I’ve startled her. She covers herself before sitting up straight.

“I can’t do this with you standing here watching me,”

“I’m not leaving, I can’t risk you trying to run again.”

I pick her clothes up off the floor. She looks like she’s going to object to my doing so, but she doesn’t. Not even when I throw them in the trash can.

She scowls at me as she reaches for the cup on the ledge of the tub while keeping her other arm over her tits, so I can’t see them. She sticks the cup in the water to fill it. I wonder what she’s doing until she lifts it and pours it over her head. She places the cup back and feels her hair to see if it’s all wet. Then, she picks it up again.

Watching her, learning her mannerisms and quirks, fascinates me. She’s adorable, strong, intelligent, stubborn. Being a witness to her bathing herself turns me on more than I’ve been in a long time, but I almost wish she didn’t know that I was here. She could be herself and not this meek version of the wild beauty that I know is inside of her.

Once all of her hair is soaking wet, she places the cup back on the ledge and reaches for the shampoo, but I get to it first.

“Hey! I’m doing what you asked!”

I know you are, little lamb, but I can’t just stand by and watch any longer.

The need to bathe her, to care for what’s mine, nags at my soul. My true nature is begging to be released. I can’t let him out completely, yet, but a small piece of him will be fine.

“You have an appointment in an hour and I don’t tolerate tardiness. At the rate you’re going, you won’t be finished until tomorrow. If you can’t bathe yourself properly, then you’re going to force me to step in.”

“I know how to bathe myself properly!”

“Then why weren’t you?”

“How am I supposed to do that? I've beenkidnappedand forced to bathe in front of a complete stranger.”

“Wrong again. Remember, this was your idea, and you chose to be here. Don’t try to turn this around.”

“Like I really had a choice?!” she screeches.

She gasps when I grab her by the hair and force her to look into my eyes.

“There isalwaysa choice,” I bark.

Her words infuriate me.

My parents had a choice to be present in my life, to make me feel loved and wanted. To include me in their grand plan, but they chose adventure, drugs, and their mistress over me. The evil murderer who killed Viv had a choice. They could have killed me and spared her, allowing her to continue to shine and brighten the lives of everyone around her. Instead, they chose to condemn me to a life of darkness.

I can’t seem to tear my gaze away from her. I hold her in place for a moment longer than I intended to because her stare calms me slightly.

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