Her Dirty Little Secret [R 18+]

2 | Our Love We'll Keep

There was a shift in the man beside her, suddenly the cold, calculated look in Alaric eyes morphed. Replaced by a charm that had bile rising in my throat, the fakeness in his expression nauseating.

I pushed through and left my mother to swoon, and swoon she did, all battering eyelashes over intoxicated eyes. Their conversation was mumbled and most of it was ignored. I walk through the small cabin home, past the living and kitchen, and through the hallway to the bathroom.

My skin itched, I felt dirty.

Stepping into the brightly lit bathroom, I shrugged off Alaric's coat. Despite my unjustified flare of jealousy, I find myself folding it tenderly. Then I looked into the mirror, fuck even death looked better.

My hair was messy, damp with earth moulding into it. Bruises and finger imprints lined my snow skin, their ugly blotches varying from reds to yellows and purples. Small lacerations kissed my body, dried blood commemorating them for their struggles. Glassy eyes looked back at me; thick lashes wet from tears.

Blinking hard, I stripped the last piece of flimsy material from my body. Dropping my white panties to the tiles, I stepped into the shower. The warm water was painful, and I hissed against its sting on my limbs. Closing my eyes I allowed those traitorous tears to fall.

Even my grief was short-lived though, mama wouldn't like knowing her water had been running for more than five minutes. So, with that thought, I rinsed the suds from my skin and stepped into the frigid bathroom, goosebumps ran along my skin when I looked up and found I wasn't alone.

Instinctively I reached out for my towel, holding it against my chest, I backed up against the frosted glass of the shower.

His dark eyes watched me, back to that cruel black nothingness. How long had he been sitting against the bathtub watching?

It felt intimate, wrongly intimate... That same feeling only thrummed harder on the pulse between my thighs. His gaze was that powerful, they saw through me completely. He stood up, a flash of white pushed into his black slack pockets.

Invading my space, Alaric couldn't care less that my mother could catch up. He was so sure, so confident. He was controlled when he reached out and tugged my towel down a fraction. His thumb brushed my tender skin where the fingerprints were painted. A grumble of sorts sounded from his chest.

Then his eyes flashed to mine, disappointment sat heavy in them. Without a word, Alaric turned and slipped from the space. His movements were uncomfortably silent for such a large man. Heat flushed my skin, rising from my core, right up to my cheekbones. The breath that had been hijacked was finally released.

I looked down to grab my panties, but they were gone. My mind played tricks on me; maybe I had imagined them on... I wrapped my thin fingers around the soft coat and inhaled his scent once more.

Pulling the towel tighter around my body, I moved with hurried steps to my room. Closing the door with a small thud, I leaned against it. From somewhere on the other side of the door I could hear my mother laughing, high-pitched and cracked.