Rage & Ruin | 18+

13|Shower together? (18+)

Yet, as the tremors of her climax subsided, she felt a strange sense of relief. "Feeling tired?" Alaric's voice was a low rumble, a mockery of the gentleness he had just shown her. His grip on her wrists loosened, the metal cuffs clicking open. The sudden freedom was a shock, sending a jolt through her body that was almost as intense as the orgasm that had just ripped through her.

Her arms fell to her sides, the sudden weightlessness making her feel more vulnerable than ever. She stumbled, her legs like jelly beneath her. Alaric caught her, his arms like steel bands around her waist. "Let me go," she whispered, the exhaustion in her voice unmistakable. But instead of releasing her, he scooped her up, carrying her back to the bed as if she were a ragdoll.

He laid her down gently, the mattress a welcome reprieve from the cold floor. Daphne felt the softness of the sheets against her bruised skin, a small mercy in a sea of pain. He grabbed the velvet comforter, pulling it over her shivering body. "Let's get refreshed," he said, his voice a strange mix of tenderness and malice.

Without waiting for a response, Alaric picked her up again, his arms strong and unyielding. She felt the warmth of his body against hers as he carried her to the en suite bathroom, the tiles cool against her bare feet. The room was bathed in a soft, warm light, the scent of sandalwood and vanilla filling the air. It was a stark contrast to the coldness of the rest of the house, a small haven of comfort that she hadn't noticed before.

He set her down by the shower, his hands moving to her hips. Daphne could feel the heat of his gaze as he studied her, his eyes lingering on the bruises that marred her skin. "Let's get clean," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. He turned on the water, the sound of it spraying against the tiles a comforting white noise that helped to drown out the chaos in her mind.

The water was hot, almost scalding, but it felt good against her sore body. Alaric stepped in behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her back against his chest. His hands moved over her, the water cascading down their bodies in a rush of steamy warmth. He washed her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp with a surprising gentleness. It was a tender gesture that sent a shiver down her spine, a stark reminder of the man she had once thought he could be.

Daphne closed her eyes, letting the warmth wash over her, trying to ignore the way her body responded to his touch. His soapy hands moved down her body, washing away the sweat and tears, the remnants of their encounter. The feeling was almost intimate, a bizarre dance of dominance and care that left her feeling more conflicted than ever. She felt his erection press against her back, a constant reminder of his desire for her.

But it was when he reached her breasts that she couldn't help but flinch. His grip was firm, his thumbs brushing against her nipples with a calculated precision that made her body betray her once more. He squeezed gently at first, the pressure building with each passing moment. Daphne's breath hitched, her body arching into his touch despite her mind's screams of protest.

He watched her in the mirror, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of triumph. "You see, Daphne," he murmured, his voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're not so different from your sister after all." His hands continued to knead her flesh, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they were stiff peaks of arousal. The water sluiced over them, mixing with the soap to create a slick, slippery sensation that only heightened the sensitivity of her skin.

"You're both just whores who crave a man's cock," he said, his breath hot against her ear. His words were a stinging slap, but she couldn't deny the way her body responded to his touch. The obscenities that fell from his lips painted a vivid picture of their shared depravity, a twisted tale of lust and dominance that she found herself drawn to despite her hatred for him.

"Your sister was never good enough for me," he continued, his voice a dark melody that resonated deep within her. "But you, Daphne, you're going to be my perfect little fuck toy." His hands moved lower, cupping her between her legs, his fingers slipping through her folds with an ease that made her churn. "You're going to come for me every time I tell you to."

The obscenities spilling from his mouth were a stark contrast to the tender way he washed her, a blend of sweetness and depravity that had her heart racing. She felt his thumb circle her clit, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure through her core. She hated the way her body responded, the way her legs quivered and her back arched into his touch. "You're going to beg for it," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr that seemed to melt the very bones in her body. "You're going to crave the feel of my cock inside you."

Daphne's cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and arousal as she felt his erection pressing into her back. His hands moved over her stomach, his fingers tracing the lines of her body as if he were mapping out his territory. "You're going to scream my name when you come," he said, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "You're going to love every minute of it."

The water cascaded over them, mixing with the soap to create a slick, sensual barrier between their skin. His hands continued to explore, moving lower to cup her sex, his thumb brushing against her clit with a gentle, teasing pressure. "You're so wet for me," he whispered, his voice a dark caress that made her toes curl. "So eager to be used."

Her breath hitched as his fingers delved deeper,