Brutal Obsession (96)

Hopefully there’s shampoo and conditioner in the bathroom—but part of me doesn’t want to count on it. Guys can be heathens about taking care of their skin and hair.

I lock the door and immediately flip on the water to hot. There is a small bottle of conditioner under the sink, and I silently cheer at whoever slept with a smart girl. I strip out of Greyson’s clothes and step under the blast.

A minute or several later, the door opens and closes. My eyes, which had been closed as I massaged shampoo through my hair, fly open.

Then the curtain pulls back, and Grey steps in with me. Naked, of course. His abs are out of this world. I reach out and touch them before I can stop myself, then let my hand fall away. His cock is hard, bobbing between us.

He’s beautiful, and I kind of hate it. His beauty is what lets him get away with almost everything. Maybe anything.

He smirks. “You think a lock can stop me?”

I roll my eyes.

He motions for me to turn around. I do carefully, giving him my back. Water pounds into my chest. His fingers massaging my temples is too good. I lean into his hands. He lets it go on for another few minutes—probably longer than my hair needs—then gently turns me around. I face him again and keep eye contact as I step back under the water.

Once the soap is out, we trade places. I squirt conditioner into my palm and run it through the strands. He grabs the shampoo and does his own hair, until I stop him. I let out a tsk and inch closer.

We’re doing this.

I reach up and slide my hands into his hair. He watches me carefully. I drag my nails lightly against his scalp, and he hums.

“I might get used to this,” he murmurs.

“Don’t.”

“Why not?”

“I like to shower alone,” I retort. I’m already getting cold from being out of the water. Jack was a water hog. I put a quick end to showering with him.

“You thinking about another guy when I’m right here?” His eyes are dark.

“No,” I lie.

He scoffs and tips his head back, rinsing it without comment.

For a moment, I think that’s the end of it. He’ll get pissed and leave—which should’ve been my end goal.

But then he guides me back under the hot spray. He reaches over me and turns the shower head, aiming it at the wall. His hands slide down my sides, over my hips, my ass. Then he lifts me without warning, slamming me against the now-warm tile.

He thinks of everything.

I wrap my legs around his hips.

“You think of anyone else other than me, and I’ve got no choice but to eradicate them.” He raises an eyebrow. “Best decision I made was blocking Jack’s number from your phone.”

I stare at him. “Are you—”

He thrusts inside me, cutting off my ability to speak. “Am I possessive?” He ducks forward and kisses my throat. “Am I not going to let anything—or anyone—come between us?” His teeth graze my skin, followed by his tongue. “Am I serious?”

I tilt my head, giving him more access. “Any of those.”

“The answer is yes.” He runs his nose up my throat. “To all of the above.”

I snort. “Of course I’m dating a psychopath.”

He goes still.

Hell, I go still. Open mouth, insert foot. “We, um, I didn’t mean—”

“Dating is a bit casual,” he finally says.

“Casual? Dating is a big step.” My muscles automatically clench around his cock, still buried inside me.

He smirks. “Let’s see… You’re never getting away from me. What do we call that? Certainly not dating.” His hand cups my jaw, then slides down. Over my breast, down my stomach. He pauses there. “You’re on birth control.”

My jaw drops. “You’re just now thinking about that?”

He shrugs. “I saw the pills in your bathroom once. But I’m not worried.”

“Why not?”

“If you get pregnant, that’s just another thing keeping us together.”

I shove him—it doesn’t do much, but it’s the thought that counts. “If I get pregnant, my dance career goes up in flames. So, no thanks.”

He chuckles. “Okay, okay. Not now, but someday.”

I eye him. Maybe not. He can’t win every argument.

“Now…” He resumes moving, sliding out of me almost all the way then thrusting back in. His hand is on my ass, going between my cheeks. His finger pushes into my back entrance.

I gasp.

“Did you like last night, Violent?” He kisses my throat. “Did you like coming with me and a toy inside you?”

He pushes his finger deeper, and I squirm against him.

“One day I’ll let you in on my biggest fantasy,” he adds.

I’m panting by the time he finally picks up the pace. I lean forward and kiss him again, keeping my lips on his. Somehow, I come like that. As he fucks me with his cock and finger-fucks my ass. My breasts slide against his chest.

Everything tenses as I come.

He follows a moment later, groaning and spilling into me.

He withdraws slowly, holding my hips until my toes find purchase on the wet floor. I’ve still got conditioner in my hair. The room is full of steam, so thick it’s like a damn sauna.