Confessions of a Killer

37 Dirty girl

Charlotte:

Damien's big hands seemed larger as they wrapped around me, picking my hazy body up from its prone and languid position. My limbs turned to goo after he'd untied me, warm and fuzzy in euphoria. His hands held me as if I were weightless, helping me to put my pants back on before leaning me back against the now cold weapons rack.

"Mmmm I think tomorrow's coming soon babe." I whispered knowing he would hear. He snorted, shoving his dick into his pants before he picked up my discarded bra from the floor and assessing the damage.

"We gotta be dressed when we go down to take a shower mia colomba. This isn't our house, and I'm sure as fuck not done with you yet."

Oh.

I scrunched my nose at him, covering my chest to cover my shiver as more cold air filtered through the open windows. He noticed, even in the darkness. As he notices everything.

"Sorry mia cara, I don't have a shirt for you now." He handed me the bra with a look of regret. I took it gratefully, quickly adjusting into it to try and warm up. Didn't work well, but it definitely was better than exposing my nipples to the elements.

"Hmm..." he appraised me with molten eyes, chuckling. "I'm surprised we didn't knock any weapons over."

I grinned. "Me too."

His chuckled barreled into a laugh, head thrown back as he lost himself in mirth. I stood, mesmerized by the sight before me. Grinning like a fool as he locked eyes.

"Time to come clean, dirty girl." He whispered, eyes hooding as he stalked closer. The movement non-threatening yet laced with such promise my core throbbed. The loss of feeling of what we'd done minutes before a bit disheartening yet the promise in his eyes had my pulse spreading up and my body temperature rising.

"Ready to play some more?" He playfully teased, waggling his finger at me before lifting me over his shoulder in a movement so fast I barely had time to adjust, much less breathe.

Will I ever get that fast?

"Maybe. Gotta let me worship you like the queen you are first." He laughed, placing a possessive hand on my ass before descending through the trap door with a practiced fall.

"How many women you take to the shower like this?"

"Mmm... you're the first. I don't like showering with other people."

I placed my hands over his Jean covered ass appreciatively. Stroking over his hidden globes lovingly, before giving a quick swat. Fucker didn't even make a sound, or acknowledge me. So I pinched him.

"Hey now!" He swatted my ass, in reprimand. The sound from my throat was involuntary and sounded more like a little girl than I like to admit.

I pouted, knowing he couldn't see.

"Don't start something you don't wanna finish." He chuckled. My pout grew until I shivered. The breeze of the hallway momentarily distracting me from whatever it is that I was trying to do. I don't even know, and I could tell that Damien knew it too.

"Cold?" Damien's voice was soft, nearly as much as his touch as he pulled me down to look him in the eye. I took the moment to wrap my legs around his waist, hooking my arms around his neck as he continued his leisurely pace. His hands roamed over my body, rubbing ever so slightly and creating a warmth with the friction of the movement.