CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
ALICE
My back is pinned flat against the freezing tiles of the shower stall.
Every muscle in my body is locked tight, paralyzed by the sheer terror of my own vulnerability.
I am completely bare.
Stripped of my uniform, stripped of my defenses, dripping wet under the sightless gaze of the ceiling.
But the air pressing down on me isn't cold anymore. It is scorching.
"Let go of me," I gasp out, my voice trembling despite my desperate attempt to sound fierce.
I bring my hands up, my palms slamming against the solid, unyielding wall of his chest to push him away.
But it's like trying to move a mountain.
His button-down shirt is rough against my bare palms, the frantic, heavy thudding of his heart vibrating straight into my skin.
"Shut up, Alice," he rasps, his head dipping into the dark as his mouth finds the sensitive curve of my neck.
Instantly, a toxic heat blossoms between my legs.
"Stop... it..." The words die in my throat as his teeth graze and bite the soft flesh of my neck.
I clamp my jaw shut, fiercely suppressing a moan as my own traitorous body betrays me.
"You're so... hot, Alice," Zade murmurs against my skin, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
"You say 'stop it,' but your body is telling a completely different story."
His hand traces a heavy, burning path down my shoulder, sliding over my collarbone and onto my breast.
This time, a broken moan escapes my lips as his fingers squeeze my breast, molding the flesh before he ruthlessly makes his way further down.
His hand slides over my stomach, dipping down between my legs.
I let out a breathless cry of pure heat as his long fingers find my slick, wet folds. He lets out a low, guttural groan.
"You were saying something, Alice...?"
I involuntarily arch my back against the cold wall as he thrusts two fingers deep inside my weeping center.
"Oh God...!" I moan, my head tossing back against the tile, already chasing the frantic release he's driving me toward.
"You're so fucking tight, witch," he growls into the dark, his fingers starting to pump in and out of me with a punishing, relentless rhythm.
He adds a third finger, stretching me
completely.
Just as a loud scream is about to tear from my throat, his lips slam violently onto mine, swallowing the sound whole.
The sudden intensity pushes me over the edge.
I come so violently that my inner walls completely lock up, squeezing his fingers tightly inside me as my entire body trembles in the dark.
He pulls his mouth back, breathing heavily, but he doesn't remove his hand just yet.
He lets me twitch against his fingers, savoring the aftershocks of my climax.
"From today onwards... remember who owns this pussy," he growls.
He removes his fingers slowly, a slick friction that makes my back arch one last time.
Even in the dim, shadowed light filtering into the bathroom, I can see my juice glistening on his hand.
He lifts his fingers to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick them completely clean.
"You taste... so fucking sweet for a wildfire like you," he whispers, his amber eyes flashing in the dark.
And with that, he turns on his heel and vanishes out of the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him.
He leaves me completely stripped, my body still throbbing from the aftershocks of the orgasm.
I want so desperately to convince myself that I hated it.
I want to believe I am furious.
But I know better.
My body completely betrays the very facts my mind wants to believe.