Page 10 of Reckless Seduction
“I…” My mouth gapes open like a fish out of water as I try to conjure up an excuse. “I don’t need a shower. I’m good. Promise.”
Kiernan snorts.
“You’re covered in vomit, Bailey.” He steps forward, crowding my fully clothed body with his naked one. Fuck, he is gorgeous. His chiseled torso is painted in a myriad of colorful tattoos. He is lean but well-muscled with the body of a fighter. He towers over my petite frame making him look like a giant. “Now, Bailey.”
Kiernan says my name again.
Wait… how does he know my name?
“Your driver’s license.” He smirks down at me. Shit. I didn’t realize I said that aloud.
Slowly, I peel off my black leggings and tank top. He continues to stare at me, heat sweeping up my neck at the hunger in his eyes. He is a predator ready to devour his prey.
“All of it,” he says once I am down to my bra and panties. Swallowing back the unease in my throat, I sigh jaggedly before reaching behind and unlatching my white cotton bra. Boring, I know, but practical.
When I don’t let it drop to the floor, he wraps a giant hand around it and pulls it from my grasp, throwing it aside. He does the same with my underwear.
“Get in.” He motions for me to step inside the large glass enclosure. The construction of the shower is beautiful. The main wall is a light, gray-washed vintage tile with blue fleur-de-lis symbols painted on them. The two smaller walls are tiled with a simple glossy blue to match. Dark copper fixtures hang high above, creating an almost rainforest-like effect with the water as it cascades down in captivating rivulets.
I brace for the cold as I gingerly step inside but am immediately pleased at how warm the water is. I give myself a moment to bask in the heat, allowing warm water to slide over my cold, tingling skin.
The glass door slides shut, a barely audible click signaling that I am locked inside the shower with no way out. I shut my eyes, not wanting to look at him. I’ve been painfully careful to keep eye contact with him, but now, so close together, it is hard to avoid.
I turn my face away, covering my eyes with my hands, letting the warm water wash over me.
Kiernan snorts almost derisively. “What? Never seen a man’s cock before, lass?”
“I don’t want to see yours,” I sneer, the venom in my voice muffled by my hands. “I just want to leave.”
“You better get used to it,mo fraochÚn beag.” He leans forward, prying my hands away from my eyes and dragging them down between us until they rest on his thick, heavy cock. “You’ll be getting very familiar with it soon.”
There is no inflection in his voice. The man is serious. His free hand wraps itself in my wet hair, forcing my head to look down. My gaze shifts with the movement until it rests on his muscled legs, his very thick cock hanging heavily between them.
Oh God, is he pierced?
For fuck’s sake.
He forces my hand to run his length, my grip barely fitting around his massive width. I can feel the metal of the balls gliding across my fingers.
My inner hussy is performing her ownCirque du Soleilat the thought.
Traitorous bitch.
“Your job is to listen and obey,” he groans out, quickening the pace of my hand on his silky member. “But we’ll talk more about that later.”
Like hell we will. I shake my head back and forth, tears streaming down my cheeks, but not from him forcing my hand around his length. No. The tears come from the shame that wells up inside of me at how turned on my body has become at his touch.
At me touching him.
Fuck, I need therapy.
If I ever get out of here, I will be getting it.
Lots of it.
“I just want to go home,” I sniffle. The show of vulnerability isn’t completely fake, but it isn’t truthful either. I need him to trust me. I need to slowly make him believe I can be broken. If he lets his guard down, then I can make my escape. “Please…”
Groaning painfully, Kiernan releases his hold on my hand. The hand in my hair tightens, preventing me from retreating.
