Kidnap Me ║M.Y.G

Ch11~[Undress You Pt. 2]

A/N: Wow, two chapters in three days, what's wrong with me? Just so nobody has any complaints, I'll warn you that there's mentions of sex in this chapter. Also, she's going to be naked so-

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'Gosh, will you just let me undress you already?'

Looking down at him with obvious unease, I reluctantly let go of the sweatpants, allowing him to tug them down to my ankles. I watch his eyes as he glances at my body without lingering too much, or without any change in his expression.

He quickly gets up and turns his back on me to dip the tip of his fingers in the water, checking its temperature. He picks me up again and places me on the edge of the bathtub, only my legs entering the tub. I shiver as my back and bottom hit the cold tiles, the contrast with the hot water being almost relaxing, but the situation maintaining my body tense.

He stretches his body over the tub to grab a blue bottle of shower gel, squirting some of the funky colored liquid onto his palm.

'Ya, have you not heard of a sponge? Pervert.' I snap, although weakly, as I see his hand approaching my leg.

'I use my hands on myself. Sorry for not having a spare sponge in case I needed to bathe someone. God damn, you're irritating.' he rolls his eyes as his hands come in contact with the back of my knee, lifting my leg out of the water and evenly distributing the gel on my skin.

Even though his palms were probably warm, they felt cold against me, seeing as I was burning from the fever and hopefully not the situation I was in. My vision couldn't focus on anything but his veiny hands.. Those hands that, not long ago, were holding a knife abusing my skin, were now so gently gliding on its surface, leaving traces of white foam.

A small groan escaping his lips made my gaze switch to his face. He was wearing a frown that I could tell was caused by the visibly uncomfortable position he was in. He was on his knees on the floor, his body bended over the edge of the tub, making it dig into his ribs.

He suddenly breaks contact with my skin as a low 'Fuck it!' leaves his lips. He quickly dips his hands into the water, to wash away the shower gel, before patting himself dry with a towel. His next action makes my jaw hang open as I see him grab his belt and unbuckle it, before sliding his jeans down to his ankles.

'Woah, again. The hell do you think you're doing?' I ask, my voice breaking mid-question. Thank God his black long sleeve shirt covered just enough so I wouldn't have to see his boxers.

'I ain't gonna break my ribs just cause you're a prude. Now suck it up, I hate this as much as you do.' he barks, sticking one foot into the water, followed by the other. My gaze follows his surprisingly thick thighs and the way his muscles flex with every movement. Quickly catching myself, I revert my glances to his face.

'I'm not a prude. You ain't got nothing I haven't seen before, either.' I scoff, feeling him splash water onto my thighs to remove the gel.

'Oh, is that so? Looking at you right now, all red and covering yourself like your life depended on it, I would've assumed you're the epitome of virgin.' he looks up at me, chuckling. 'Do your daddy's goons watch over you even when you're getting fucked?' he smirks as I send him a death glare. 'Oh, that's right, you don't fuck, you make looove. Slow, gentle, with candles and music and feeeelings.' he mocks sweetly emphasizing the words 'love' and 'feelings', before full-on laughing.

'You're a massive jerk. I do fuck, not that it's any of your business.' I grit my teeth, glaring at him.

In an instant, his hands slam onto the wall, on each side of my head, his face millimeters away from mine, as he hovers above me, whispering.

'Let me fuck you, then... Rough, fast, hair pulling, spanking, dirty talking- all the good stuff.' he smirks against my lips, which he was almost touching with his. A blush immediately creeps up my face at the suddenness of the action as I struggle to form words, but to no avail.

A loud fit of laughter makes his body shake as he distances himself from me, going back to his original place.

'You, princess, have never even gotten close to being fucked before, have you? Poor thing.' he continues laughing. 'That ex-boyfriend of yours must've been such a wimp. Did he ever even go down on you?' he raises an eyebrow, his hand on my knee, not moving.

'That's none of your business, creep. How do you even know he's my ex?' I mumble, flicking his hand away from my leg.

'I went through your phone, remember?' he grins. Shit, he's right.

'Well, he wasn't a wimp, he was.. Nice.' I retort, making him burst out laughing, showing his white teeth.

'Nice? That's the least enthusiastic and colorful attempt at praising someone I've ever heard. What even is nice? Oh God, he must've been a real killjoy if you describe him as 'nice'. That's the shittiest adjective you could use for a sex partner. Wow, I pity you.' he snickers.

'Fuck off and let me do this myself if all you're gonna do is talk shit. You can go 'bless' some chick with your skills in bed and she can pretend to be satisfied cause that apparently feeds your ego big time.' I snarl, getting even more pissed.

'Insulting me is a way of asking for it too, kitten. Now stop whining and get up, need to wash the top half.' he smirks, signaling for me to stand up. I fail at doing so, feeling my legs go weak as he ends up lifting me and holding me in place - one hand across my back and the other on my hip.

'I'll wash your back and shampoo you and then you can clean those '18+' areas yourself cause it's a waste of my breath to suggest that I do it.' he mumbles in a bored manner as he spins me around, his hands working on my back.

'That's the smartest thing you suggested all day. Congrats.' I retort, earning a growled 'don't push your luck'. When he's done with the rather soothing glides of his palms against my back and then against my scalp, he turns around, instructing me to use his shoulders as support while washing myself.

I do so as quickly as my poor condition allows me to, my palm full of shower gel gliding over my breasts and then going south as I hear him let out an amused hum. Preferring not to open another awkward conversation, I rinse the bubbles off my skin before turning the water off and wringing my hair.

He gets out of the bathtub, reaching for a towel and handing it to me.

'I'll go look for clothes.' he mumbles, leaving the bathroom as I wrap the towel around myself.

He comes back with sweatpants, a t-shirt and a hoodie as he helps me change without staring too much, but still smirking at my attempts to hide my body. Picking me up and placing me back on the bed, he opens his mouth to say something, but stops when his phone starts ringing.

He takes the call outside where I can make out a string of cuss words and loud, annoyed statements. Coming back with his jaw clenched, he searches for my eyes before muttering irritated:

'We've got a problem.'

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A/N: So that was a longer chapter as promised to xAriseuX since I did surprisingly well on my pre-exams. Hope you like it.

Also Happy Easter, guys! Well, it's not Easter for me yet since I'm supposedly orthodox.

Anyway, I'll hopefully post again this Friday. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Buh-bye now.