Page 22 of Darkness Consuming
Chapter Twelve
If You Show Me Yours
Violence
He looks so broken. The white shirt that hugged his chest so well when I last saw him is loose. Dirt and blood stain it. A small tear cuts through the fabric near the bottom, revealing more dirt and blood on his abdomen.
The bathtub in the corner of my room steams with hot water as it slowly fills. It’s late. My father might notice his prisoner’s absence at some point, but until then, I’ll keep him hidden here in my room.
What will he do when he discovers Cameron missing?
Cameron’s hands raise, and as he starts to pull his shirt off, my thoughts slip away into complete nothingness. I wish I had the decency to look away from him. It’s the casualness of it all. He doesn’t turn away and for some pathetic reason, neither do I.
Etching lines of muscle define his chest. The bulk of his once strong body is leaner. There’s no soft edges to his strength now, only hard lines. His arms are corded and flex with every move he makes. When his thumbs poise over the button of his jeans, he pauses, his attention flickering to me. It’s only a second that passes before he unzips. His thumbs hook into the band of his jeans and when the veering lines of his hips reveal the hard base of his cock, I finally turn away.
I face the wall, my eyes slipping closed as a heavy breath falls from my lungs.
What is wrong with me?
Water sloshes. A beat passes before I turn slowly around. He watches me as he rubs a white wash cloth across his glistening skin.
“You can come over here. I won’t bite, Violence.”
An embarrassing hum of laughter shakes through me. It’s a nervous sound that makes me want to roll my eyes at myself.
With a slow inhale, I walk over to him. He’s naked. Bare chested and perfect looking. Amber eyes that seem to see everything about me watch me carefully.
I hope he’s the same. I hope my father hasn’t changed him. He was so sweet and kind and funny. What if my father ruined him the way he ruined me?
“Have you ever seen a guy naked, Vi?” I can’t help but look away from his question.
Unfortunately—nottoounfortunately, I suppose—I look right at his dick. My gaze darts away to the far wall.
My brows raise as I stare at the spot far, far away from his erection. He’s… bigger than I thought he’d be.
Not that I’ve thought about it.
“Um, not really, no.” I think about how rushed the only time I had sex was. It’s a fond memory of my old life but it’s not really anything special to remember. Losing my virginity will always be sentimental in a way but I can only hope sex gets better.
Please, goddess, let it get better.
His lips part but he doesn’t speak immediately. Water drips down from his dark hair, streaming down his handsome face.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He pauses once more, his gaze finally finding mine. “I’m a virgin too.” It’s such a quiet confession it makes my laughter that follows it sound much louder and harsher than it really is.
“Are you fucking laughing at me after I just confided in you?” His lips tilt with a smile that makes me laugh even more. “And here I thought we were friends, Vi.”
I bite my lower lip, forcing the demented laughter to halt.
“I—I’m not a virgin, Cam.”
His long lashes close slowly, pushing another droplet of water along his high cheekbones.
“That’s really fucking embarrassing.” His words hum with amusement.
The sound of his voice warms me inside and out.
My father didn’t break him. The awkward Warlock I met nearly a month ago is still the same. I almost feel bad for him, but the happiness that’s blooming through me is stronger than the pity I feel for him.
