Chapter Five
Opening her eyes, Mary glared at the bright light of the sun shining down on her. Last night she hadn’t been facing the window. Recalling the night before she blushed as other body parts protested in the morning light. She moved and became aware of the heavy male arm across her stomach. Turning her head, she found Zeke behind her, sleeping.
He was still there. The last thing she remembered of him was ordering her to sleep before he stormed away. Pain stabbed her deeply at the way he treated her. Biting her lip she tried to pull away from him. His arm tightened around her.
Moving again, Zeke kept her in place.
“You can keep fighting me all you want. I’m not letting you go until you ask nicely,” he said, muttering against her back.
“I need to use the bathroom.” His hand moved down, sliding between her thighs. She gasped even as another flood of arousal swamped her. Mary wished her body wouldn’t betray her with his touch. She didn’t want to like him at all.
Fingers opened the folds of her sex, opening her up.
“Are you sore?” he asked.
He’d fucked her and abandoned her last night. Why did he care at all about if she was sore?
“Answer me?”
Staring out the window Mary tensed at his searching fingers. When he plunged inside her, she cried out. “Yes, I’m sore.”
Still, he didn’t release her. His fingers awakened the passions inside her, and even though she was sore Mary knew she wouldn’t deny him.
All too soon, he removed his hand and left the bed. She squealed as he picked her up, carrying her through to his bathroom. He dumped her on top of the toilet.
“Do your business,” he said, going toward the shower.
She stared down the length of his body. His cock was thick and stood out in front of him. He didn’t pay it any attention as he turned on the water.
Doing her business, she flushed the toilet and washed her hands.
Zeke took her hand, pressing her inside the shower. Standing under the warm water, she faced the cascade letting the water wash away the sleep from her face.
He spun her around and pushed her down onto a seat.
“What are you doing?” she asked. She’d never sat down in the shower.
He crouched down in front of her without answering. His hands went to her thighs, and he opened her legs wide.
She saw his gaze was on her pussy. Turning her head to the side, Mary wanted to be embarrassed by what he was doing.
“I shouldn’t have left you last night,” he said.
Glancing down, she saw he was looking up at her.
“What do you mean?” she asked, hating the pain that sliced through her once again. They hadn’t promised each other anything. Fuck, she was here because she saved Jessica from being killed.
“Last night was your first time. I should have been more considerate to your situation. I was a dick to you.”
He looked sincere as he looked at her.