“Did I fuck the defiance out of you?” he asks, smirking. I roll my eyes as I walk back to the bathroom.
“No. Did I fuck the bad out of you?” I ask with a cheeky grin before closing the bathroom door. The mirror fragments have been picked up, and a whole new mirror sits before me. Was it all a dream? I touch the mirror, as if my fingertips can bring this dream back.
The glass is cold under my fingers, and I pull my hand back, finally catching a glimpse of my face in the mirror. I look like a five dollar whore. Fingertip markings can be found on my legs, hips, and arms, my hair desperately needs brushing, and my lips are red and chapped as if I have been kissed for hours.
I run my fingers through my hair, hissing as my scalp is sensitive. The hours before swarm me. The way he had taken me, the way he had possessed my mind and body… It was all about him and me in that moment. The mafia, the money owed, debts, nothing mattered except in the areas that we were connected. Zerro may be a lost cause to most, dark and dangerous to others, but I have never felt closer to anyone like I have him.
Stopping myself from thinking of the way his cock tastes in my mouth, I head to the shower, my mind turning my blissful thoughts into shit immediately. Even if the sex is good, and he hasn’t killed my yet, it doesn’t mean it isn’t going to happen. Once I have served a purpose to him, it will happen. I know I need to pull myself from thinking that he can be saved, but I don’t think I can. I see that sliver of hope in his eyes. He still believes in himself somewhere deep inside the darkness that holds him.
I turn the water on, running my hand under the water until I get it to the temperature I want. Then I slip into the shower, letting the hot water hit my skin. The bathroom smells just like him, and I find myself reaching for his body wash and smelling it. It’s not a complex smell, nothing that has a fancy name to it. It simply smells clean, manly if you will.
I put some onto my hands and wash my body with it. He doesn’t have any feminine bathroom products, and I’m not sure if I should be happy or not about it. He doesn’t seem like the type to have a girlfriend, but he does seem the type to use and abuse. He hasn’t talked to me about his past, any ex’s he’s had, or what he does for work. All I know about him is that he is a Mafia King, and that he has money. That much is known.
I lather the shampoo into my hair, scrubbing it in frustration to the things that are going on around me. I know nothing about him or the darkness that cloaks him, cloaks everything that he is. Mack, being the only person I can possibly go to, isn’t an option. Not after what he did, or almost did, to me.
A sigh leaves my lips, as I slip back under the hot stream of water. I still hadn’t told him about what Mack almost did, or how he has treated me. Not that I thought that it will do me any good. If Zerro can kill a whole room of people, I’m sure he can care less about a woman being raped.
I rinse away the soap, wishing that I can rinse away the way I am feeling inside. Even if there is a sliver of hope, and light left in him, can I save him and walk away unscathed? Something tells me it won’t be that easy.
I shiver as I shut the water off and watch it go down the drain. I am stalling. I am not sure what will take place tonight, I don’t know that there will be anything that will occur between us.
“Five minutes,” he says, tapping against the wood door of the bathroom. I pull myself from my thoughts and force myself to dry off. I need to get out of my head. There is no point in trying to hide inside my own mind.
Once my hair and body are dry, I wrap the towel around my body and slip through the door. The room is empty as I tiptoe over to the bed. A glimpse of red catches my eyes as I take in the red dress that lays on the bed. I touch the edge of the dress. The material is soft, similar to the other dress I had been given.
Who is this man? He dresses me, fucks me like he owns me, and he is dark and full of secrets. I have a decision to make. I can wear the dress or defy him and wear something else. It is beautiful, though, and I know just looking at it that it will look good on me. However, won’t doing what he wants be giving myself over to him?
Then again, I have no idea as to where it is that we were going, and if I don’t wear the dress, he will just make me put it on anyway. Growling, I curse him and his explicit dress choice. I pull out a pair of black panties and a red strapless bra.
I slip the dress on, relishing in the softness that wraps around me. I feel as if I am wrapped in the softest blanket in the world. The dress is very similar to the other dress, except this one is tighter. My body is curved into it like a glove. My breasts are accented very well, and my waist line looks tiny.