𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 [𝟏𝟖+] ✓

13*

Trigger Warning: Self harm

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Katrina Diaz

He is cheating.

He was cheating. Or why else would he go out late at night? Was it even cheating if this marriage wasn't even real?

It wasn't cheating.

Sighing, I dragged my tired self to the bathroom. Discarding my clothes, I turned the tap on, letting the water from the shower soak my clothes in the warm water. Splaying a palm on the tiled-wall, I felt the water droplets sliding down my body as the heat from them surmised into my skin, feeling relaxed while the temperature in the little space grew anomalously.

The water streamed unceasingly down upon my ginger hair. Vision blurry, I watched as water droplets ran off the ends of my hair and slid down to my chest. They skated down to the slopes of my breasts and further down. A few piled up on my beaded nipples, each drop fighting against gravity as they clung to my pointed nubs. A few others dived between my cleavage, tumbling and sliding down my body, heading straight for my navel and then finally to my aroused clit and the folds of my burning pussy.

Footsteps reverberated in the room, and my heart stilled. A shiver raked down my spine as I felt the presence of my intruder.

Intruder. Someone was trespassing my privacy. How did they get in?

The question drowned in the roaring beat of my heart. Maybe because I knew it was him. I knew it was him by the way my skin flushed. I knew it was Hayden by the way his piercing gaze skittered down my body. I knew it was Hayden by the way desire coiled in my stomach.

Twisting my neck, I gazed at him, shamelessly revelling in my nakedness as he just drank me in. His gaze – that piercing gaze – reached and stroked parts of me that the water from the shower couldn't reach. My breathing hitched as he strolled to the washbasin and stood there, resting his hips against it, like he had every right to watch me.

My blood heated. My breath hitched. My breasts heaved.

His gaze darkened. And my pussy pulsed.

"Had fun?" The question broke from his lips, his chaotic voice too calm. Like the calm before the storm.

"I did until a certain someone decided to stop me." My tone dripped with sarcasm.

"And what part did you consider fun? Getting pissed or dancing with other men?"

Fire licked at my blood. Was he for real? How dare he accuse me of indulging with other men when he was the one who had his eyes on Erika all the time?

"Flirting with other men," I responded as a defiant smile pulled at my lips.

Before I could blink, a hand — his sure hand — wrapped around my nape, and my pulse skyrocketed. Every cell in my body came alive from the proximity of his hard planes brushing against my spine while the scent of white pepper and cedar wafted around me.