Maid To The Three Mafia Kings

⋆ Chapter 31: A Shower Moment 🌶️

The second Millie walked out of the study, her body was a bundle of pent-up frustration and desperation. Ethan's teasing had left her on edge, and her encounter with Evan had only added to her anxiety. She couldn't quite understand why she felt so terrified at the thought of Evan catching her with Ethan. After all, there was nothing going on between her and Evan, so why did she feel so worried?

When she reached her room, she saw that it was empty; Clara wasn't back yet. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she noted that it was already 11:15 PM.

"Where could Clara be at this hour?" she wondered aloud as she removed her dress and pulled a towel from her designated drawer. Still thinking about Ethan and Evan, she wrapped the towel around her body. The heat from her encounter with Ethan still lingered, and she could feel a persistent throbbing between her legs.

Cursing Ethan under her breath, she knew she had to do something for some sort of release. Taking advantage of the fact that she was alone in the room, she headed to the bathroom.

Aidan, who could have given her what she needed, was already gone. He'd already flown out before dinner, leaving while she was busy helping in the kitchen. A touch of sadness lingered about his quick goodbye, but she accepted it. They weren't a couple, after all.

She stepped into the bathroom, removed the towel from her body, and hung it on the hook mounted to the door. She turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature until the water was just warm enough to soothe her aching body.

Taking a bar of soap and a washcloth from the hanging shower caddy, she rubbed the soap against the cloth until it was covered in lather. She began scrubbing the soapy washcloth over her skin, trying to cleanse not just the day's grime but also her tangled thoughts and emotions.

The memory of his touch lingered, and she couldn't help but let her mind wander back to Ethan and other times they were alone in his study. Closing her eyes, she massaged the washcloth onto her breasts, her fingers subconsciously pinching and twisting her nipples, trying to mimic Ethan's teasing touch.

As the warm water cascaded over her, her thoughts swirled in a mix of frustration and desire. Opening her eyes, she leaned against the cool tiles, her body responding to the memories of Ethan's touch. The more she tried to make sense of it, the more tangled her thoughts became. She let out a sigh, realizing that whatever Ethan's intentions were, they were leaving her in a state of confusion and arousal.

She sighed as she continued to wash her chest, moaning softly as she let her hands wander over her body. Needing release, she put the washcloth back in the caddy and closed her eyes. One hand pinched a breast while the other glided down her flat belly, moving toward the bare flesh between her legs.

Her mind drifted back to the first night she was alone with Ethan. Her body had betrayed her, responding to his touch even as her mind fought to resist.

"You're wet, Amelia. Very fucking wet," Ethan's voice echoed in her thoughts.

Using a finger, Millie slowly reached for her clit, feeling an immediate rush as her nipples tightened. "Ethan..." she whispered, eyes still closed, her middle finger rubbing her clit slowly. She arched her back and slid down to a convenient seating corner. Her fingers continued to play with herself.

She opened her eyes and gasped, "Ah, fuck..." as she slipped a finger inside her wet, warm center. Her other hand pinched and twisted her erect nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

The water sprayed over her, her heavy-lidded eyes watching the cascade. Then she remembered what Aidan did to her in the bathroom. Reaching for the shower head, she tested the different levels of water pressure. She settled on level three, which felt just right. Biting her lower lip to brace herself, she positioned the shower head between her legs.