Page 208 of The Wicked
Without overthinking it, I started to undo my belt, slipping it off and dropping it on the sink. I undid the buttons, zipped down, and slipped the pants off me before setting them on the sink too.
Zahra’s teeth bit down on her bottom lip, stopping a smile as she took steps back towards the tub and motioned for me with her index finger to walk towards her.
I watched her turn on the water, and quickly, the tub began to fill up, the sound of the water numbing my senses for a second, but they became clear soon after when I watched Zahra step into the tub big enough to fit two people.
She released her teeth from her lips, letting a wide grin spring through. “It’s like Dion’s, but bigger.” She tilted her head as the water rose to her stomach level. “You getting in?”
I watched her relax, her hand coming to caress her breast. “The water is a little bit cold; it needs you to keep it warm,” she goofed. “Cause you’re so hot.”
“Very mature,” I stated, finally freeing myself from my briefs; despite my inhibitions about this tub, her body seemed to be all the distraction I needed.
She giggled before she relaxed, resting her back at the tub’s edge and closing her eyes as the water covered her chest and I stepped in, resting opposite her.
My muscles coiled at the feel of being underwater without going under. I gripped both edges of the tub as if I wanted to jump out at any second. For a moment, I wanted to, but then Zahra’s head went under the water, and I just watched. I could see her eyes closed underneath. She was holding her breath but still letting herself go.
I removed my grip from the tub’s edges, letting my hands fall into the water, just when Zahra came back up for air, her hands pulling her hair from her face as she smiled at me. “It’s cool underwater. You should try it.”
“I should have known this was a ploy to drown me.”
She laughed. “No, it’s not. It’s a ploy to tell you that being underwater doesn’t have to be a death sentence. Think about it: You wouldn’t be alive if it were. You would have died the first time your dad tried to ‘baptize’ you.”
I frowned. “I didn’t die because he didn’t want me dead.”
“So why is it a death sentence to you.”
“It’s not.”
She raised a brow, moving closer to me, her legs grazing mine. “Right. But you refrain from getting underwater because…”
“To punish myself.”
She nodded. “Why would you punish yourself?”
“I fuck up sometimes.”
“We all fuck up sometimes, but we don’t punish ourselves in our bathtubs, not unless we’re a little crazy in the head.”
“I’m not crazy,” I gritted.
“But you call yourself a psychopath.”
“There’s a distinction.”
“Is there?”
My jaw clenched. “Is there a point to this conversation?”
“Yes.” She drew even closer to me. “You claim not to be crazy, but your father treated you like a crazy person, and you’re still following his methods. You’re proving him right.”
“Zahra—”
She straddled me, my cock pressing against her stomach underneath the water. She cupped my face in her hands, clear brown eyes looking directly into mine, wet lashes making them seem like she was in a daze. “I’m trying to make you see that it’s all in your head. It’s embedded deep in your mind, and you have strange beliefs and affirmations you were made to believe. I don’t know how the bastard did it, but I know one thing.”
She lifted herself, her hand wrapping around my cock in the water, stroking me once before guiding me to her entrance andsinking on my length. My heart pumped faster than ever before; I could hear the sound of the thumping in my ears.
She smiled, her thumb stroking my cheek. “You and I? We’re alike in so many ways. That’s how I know you’re strong; that’s how I know you can’t be scared of getting into a fucking bathtub; that’s how I know that this fear you feel is all in your head.”
My hands landed on her hips as she moved against me, riding my cock in the sweetest way possible, pulling out a groan from me.
