Page 20 of Wicked Dove
“Suit yourself, but once I’m done, I’m heading for the canteen and you have to come with me. Showered or not.”
Ass.
I definitely do not like this guy.
Slamming my hands on my hips, I huff. “Turn away then,” I insist, and he smirks, bringing his gaze to mine.
“No.”
“Don’t be gross,” I insist, eyes wide in a desperate plea that goes unnoticed as he tilts his head back, closes his eyes, and puts his face directly under the spray.
I take that as my opportunity, hurrying toward the shower as far away from him as possible. It’s more complicated than I expected since he’s taken one of the middle showers to use. I consider showering with my clothes on, but if this really is my Green Mile death march, I deserve to be sparkling clean.
Nervously, I undress, taking great effort to keep my back away from him. It means there’s a chance of exposing my naked body to him, but it’s better than the alternative.
Ignoring his presence, I focus on the water, yelping when it comes out icy at first. I step back, letting it warm up, whilepeeking in his direction to make sure he’s not staring. It’s a strange feeling to see his eyes closed. He’s done it so often already, but the fact he obliged my request feels almost like a truce.
I can work with that.
My shoulders relax as I step under the water, instantly reaching for the cleaning concoction fixed to the wall, but before I can pump some into my hand, Kael’s voice slices through the air.
“Are you going to die a virgin?”
“What?” I splutter, choking on my next breath as I blink at him.
He’s looking at me now, that damn eyebrow cocked in question as I wave him off.
“You’re ridiculous,” I insist, tilting my face away from him, but I still sense him staring. Not at my pussy or my breasts, but at my damn face. “Stop staring,” I bite out, turning to glare at him, but my gaze catches on his cock that’s jutting in my direction.
Anxiously wanting him to stop, I sigh. “No, I won’t die a virgin. Happy now?” I smart, turning away from him again, but I can still see his length in my peripheral.
“Worried you’re never going to feel a cock again?”
What the fuck is going on right now?
“Why? Do you want me to feel yours?” I say with a smirk. Humor is my strength; being crude or over the top usually does the trick when I need people to back off.
“My summons are tomorrow,” he states, making my chest tighten as I turn to him with a frown. ”Death is coming for me, too.”
“That’s a shame.” I force myself to reach for the shower gel this time, but the moment it’s in my hand, I feel too self-conscious to touch myself with it.
“Nah, it’s a shame not to chase a release one last time,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave or two. Slight movement from the corner of my eye, and I know he’s touching himself.
“You’re an asshole,” I mutter, clenching my thighs together as discreetly as I can.
“I thought we established that,” he retorts, and I shake my head, working the shower gel onto my stomach as I try to take a deep breath.
Sex is… I don’t know. The only release I’ve ever found is at my own hands. I’ve tried sex twice, and it was pitiful and embarrassing both times. The guy literally laughed at me bleeding as he took my virginity, and the next guy… well, it was his dad as payback, but it quickly became clear that poor bedroom skills ran in the family.
Neither of them looked like Kael. The swagger he exudes without trying, the air of arrogance, it’s alluring more than I care to admit. He seems certain enough that I’m going to die, so much so that I feel it in the pit of my stomach.
Running my tongue over my bottom lip, I glance at him. His head is tipped back under the spray of water again. “Are you a virgin?” I blurt, and he scoffs, shaking his face out of the water before glancing at me with an incredulous look.
“Do I look like a virgin?”
I shake my head. I already know the answer to that.
He’s moving before I realize it, and I spin just in time as he crowds me, leaving me with my back pressed against the tiled wall. We’re just out of the pathway of the water, but it still splashes at my feet.
