𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 ✔︎ ━ 𝖱𝖨𝖣𝖣𝖫𝖤

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

I did end up taking off my own clothes, mostly due to the fact that when I did turn back to Tom he was already in the shower, completely unclothed, running his fingers through his soaking wet hair.

I felt comfortable- in an odd way- taking off my clothes because he was distracted and turned the other way. I slipped the t-shirt off my body and tossed it onto the ground, following the events by unclipping my bra and pulling off my underwear.

Showering with my kidnapper. Well that'll be a fun story to tell when I make it out of this hell hole.

The glass was open, inviting me to step inside, steam clogged the air and warm fog devoured the surrounding glass. I stepped inside, warm water immediately hitting my body.

Tom kept his eyes peeled away from me, thankfully. I stepped under one of the shower heads, the one completely opposite of him, and allowed the warm body to stream down every inch on my body and soak into every crevice.

I closed my eyes and stood under the water, allowing the droplets to sprinkle all over my body and face. Even for just a few moments I had forgotten about everything. About how I'm basically a hostage for Tom Riddle, about how frantic Dumbledore must be in looking for me.

In that moment I was only focused on the water drizzling onto me, but that was tossed aside the moment I heard Tom's deep and devious voice speak over the pouring water.

"I'm enjoying our little shower session." He said broadly. Though I didn't turn, I could feel his eyes hovering over every inch of my body. I could even hear his smirk which is so unbelievably wicked.

"That makes one of us." I replied with a roll of my eyes. Though he couldn't see my expression, I still felt it necessary to roll my eyes anyway. I turned my head around to catch his observant gaze staring at my naked body.

The moment I turn his head snapped up to meet mine, eyes full of desire. I clenched my jaw and raised an eyebrow. "Stop staring." I said bluntly, though knowing since he is Tom Riddle he'd do whatever he'd like.

"That's a request I can only fulfill if I can do other things to you." He replied defiantly. Instantly I felt every muscle in my body freeze with fear. Even my mind had to do a double-take on what he just said to me.

Before I knew it he had covered the distance between us and he was standing before me breathing ragged and heavy. He was sincerely fighting the urge to push me against the wall and take every ounce of innocence from me.

His fingers, now warm due to the heated water, laced around my neck in a perfect weight between painful and tolerable. I could breathe fine, but I found it more difficult to when his lips pushed into mine.

Water trickled between us as he pushed me against the glass. I was practically fighting for oxygen but I didn't want to stop, I wanted to fill his desires that were also becoming my own.

The glass was cold and harsh to push against, but I didn't mind all that much. I was more focused on the growling breaths that escaped Tom's throat as his lips pushed against mine.

In a moments notice his fingers were trailing down my stomach to a spot where I thought no person- especially not Tom Riddle would go. I used my free hand to grab his hand as it moved down my body.

"I've never done anything like this before, Tom." I said hesitantly. I didn't want to rush it; myself. It was my first time doing anything of the sort and I had no idea how to even give someone else something between pleasure and adrenaline.