Page 96 of Devious Truth

His chin lowers, and he brings his face closer to mine. “I said take it off, or I’ll tear it off.”

I smile, tucking my bottom lip between my teeth. “But it’s your shirt, Ivan. You don’t want to ruin your own shirt, do you?”

There’s a twitch on the side of his mouth. “You spent too much time with Megan and my sister today. You’re turning into a brat.”

“How am I brat? I’m only thinking of your clothes.” I try to retreat a step, but the bathroom, even as large as it is, only has so much space before my ass backs into the vanity.

Ivan leans into me, pressing his palms flat on the countertop on either side of me, cornering me like prey about to be devoured.

He runs his nose over my cheek, until his mouth is at my ear.

“Do you want me to tear it from your body? Is that why you’re playing with me? You need me to show you who’s in charge here? You want me to bend you over this counter and teach you a lesson?”

My throat tightens.

He trails his lips over my cheek, until our gazes are inline.

“You’ll have to ask, baby. Be my brave girl and ask me for what you need.”

I’m in over my head here.

“I just need you, Ivan,” I whisper.

“You need me to what?” He presses. “You need me to fuck you?”

It sounds so vulgar, so impersonal the way he says it.

“More than that.” I swallow—my pride, my fears, I’m not sure exactly.

“Then take off the shirt.” He shoves away, going to the shower and turning the water on.

I grab the hem of the soft cotton and pull it over my head, dropping it onto the counter beside me. Steam billows out from the shower, warming the air.

Still, goose pimples appear on my skin as I stand, waiting for him to turn around again.

Keeping himself faced away, he shoves out of his boxers, leaving them puddled on the bathmat as he steps into the shower.

Uncertainty chills me, and I wrap my arms around my middle.

“Did you obey me?” He asks from inside the shower, the door still open.

“Yes, sir,” I answer.

A moment slips by, then another, and the only sound is the water running.

From the reflection in the mirror, I can see him lathering up his hands and running them over his body, washing away the smoke smell from his skin and hair. His cock hangs heavy and erect between his legs.

More time passes, and he still hasn’t called me to him. Then I remember what he said. I need to ask. I need to be brave and ask for what I need. What I want.

“Ivan?” I clear my throat when his name gets stuck. “Ivan.”

His head pokes out, water dripping down his face, from his dark locks of hair.

“Can—I’d like to join you?”

“Try again.” He disappears into the water stream again.

Frustrated, I fist my hands and chew on the corner of my mouth. He’s not looking just for bravery, he wants more.

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