Page 150 of Drown Like Heaven
“You can’t just silence me like that every time I say something you don’t like,” I said, pulling my knees to my chest, pushing my hair off my face. Clear drops of water slid off my eyelashes, trickling down my cheeks. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, tasting the water on my skin.
“I don’t see why not.” He braced his elbows on the porcelain ledge.
“Okay, well, you’re insane if you don’t see that. I need to finish my bath, so you can leave.”
“I’m not leaving. I’ll help you.”
My clit was still aching, pulsing between my legs, and I wanted Mason gone so I could wallow alone, hating every bit of me that loved what he’d just done.
“Please just go.”
“Bossing me around in my own apartment,” he commented, almost amused with my behavior. “I don’t like being told what to do.”
He grabbed a loofah from where it was looped around the faucet’s handle and I shrunk away from the pink pouf.
“It’s not communal, Dakota,” he assured me. “I bought this for you when I got the shampoo. No need for disgust.”
Mason poured a generous amount of also-new body wash onto the loofah, then made me stand up with him so he could scrub my whole body. Water gushed off his heavy clothes and ran down my bare skin in rivulets, pattering into the tub. I rotated when he asked, somewhat enjoying the attention he was paying to every little inch of me.
The more time I spent standing above the water, however, the more desperate I got. My nipples were pulled so tight they ached, a clenching emptiness in my core, my clit swollen and throbbing. I liked Mason looking at me like this.
He sat me down in the water and I rested on my knees, sitting up to keep my chest above the surface. Mason’s eyes locked onto my soapy tits, his stare darkening, turning hungrier.
“You want me to fuck you?” he questioned, extending a finger to barely brush the tip of my breast.
“Maybe.”
“Yeah?”
“I think so.”
“How about I put you on my bed like this, all wet and naked and horny, then I’ll lick every inch of that tight little body.Everyinch.” His brow arched. I could think of several taboo inches of me. “And don’t worry, I’ll give your needy clit lots of kisses. Long kisses until it feels so fucking good youhaveto come.”
“That’s a lot of talk, and not a lot of action.” My body was buzzing. He didn’t usually talk like this—almost sweet, in a condescending way—but I liked it.
“I’m just painting a picture for you. I’ll stretch you out so good with my fingers, and you’ll get wet enough to leave a mess on my hand. I’ll play with these perfect nipples,” he said, illustrating his point by giving a light tug on both as they sat above the water. I was squirming now, beyond desperate. “I’ll be so good to you with my tongue and my fingers, and then I’ll fuck you. Hard and messy and rough and goddamn filthy. It’ll be a nasty fuck.”
“Okay, so do it,” I said, subtly squeezing my thighs together. “Quit talking about it, and do it.”
“There’s a condition.”
Fuck. I rolled my eyes. This was why he’d been describing everything so thoroughly—to entice me into giving him whatever he wanted.Should’ve known.
“You have to tell me your worst fantasy.”
“What?” My face went pale, excitement fizzing away.
“That dark and depraved shit you’ve been keeping locked up in your mind, it belongs to me now. So give it to me. Your worst secret.”
Oh no.
There wasn’t a way to say the words nicely, and I didn’t want to be the one to do it. With my eyes, I pleaded with Mason—either to stop pushing, or to just figure it out himself. He already knew, anyway.
Was it better before you knew I’d let you come up for air?
When you thought I might actually kill you?
You’ve thought about worse than drowning, haven’t you?
