My eyes flew open and looked over at Ashton. He had gotten cleaned up himself and changed into just a pair of black sweatpants, revealing his bare perfectly sculpted upper body. The strange veiny black tattoo on his shoulder stood out boldly in the dim lighting. My brows furrowed in confusion. This was my first time seeing him shirtless in real life, so how did I see that tattoo in my dream? Perhaps it was a false memory?
“Hey! Get out of here!” I suddenly snapped and tried to hide my nakedness beneath the water. My large green eyes glared over at him from behind the edge of the tub.
“No way. You’re drunk as a skunk, so I need to be in here in order to make sure that you don’t drown in my bathtub.” He sassed and handed me a glass of water. “Drink this, it will help you feel better in the morning.”
My hand slowly slipped out of the water as I cautiously took the glass from him. I suspiciously sniffed it to make sure that it wasn’t bleach or something, and took a small sip. He smiled in satisfaction, then pulled a stool up behind the tub and sat down on it. I watched as he grabbed a bottle of oil from the windowsill and squeezed some of it into his hands.
“Turn around.” He gently instructed me. I hesitated at first, but eventually slowly turned my back to him since I didn’t want this psycho to fucking kill me or anything.
His large warm hands began to slowly massage the oil into my shoulders and neck, and then down my back. The sweet and warming smells of sandalwood and clove filled my senses as his hands sensually glided across my skin. As much as I hate to admit it, It felt beyond amazing. Heat began building between my legs, and my drunken idiotic self was tempted to inconspicuously slip a finger or two inside of my nether lips, but I didn’t want to risk him noticing, so I ignored my naughty urges.
Just think unsexy thoughts, just think unsexy thoughts... I’ll just imagine that I’m rock climbing up a plain old unsexy mountain... Then I slip and almost fall to my death... Suddenly Ashton saves me and swoops me away into a nearby cave where he fucks me raw like an animal... Dammit!
“Why are you doing this to me?” I softly whispered to him, while shaking my previous thoughts away.
“Because I wasn’t going to sit back and let that disgusting cockalorum touch you.” His voice was slightly laced with malice, but the rhythm and pressure of his hands stayed gentle on my back.
...Who the hell even says cockalorum?
“Why not? Why do you even care?” I asked while furrowing my brows and looking down into the water.
“Well, maybe I want to be the only man who touches you...” His voice was husky and seductive, causing the heat between my legs to suddenly become ten times hotter... Fuck.
My eyes widened and I nervously bit my lower lip. “So you brought me here so that you could be the one to rape me instead of him?” My question came out more as an accusation.
“No, I didn’t bring you here to rape you.” He darkly chuckled. “We had to flee the scene because I killed that fucker, didn’t we?”
I didn’t say anything to that I just sat there nervously. He stopped massaging and gripped just above my shoulders with his large strong hands. His handsome face slowly leaned in closely next to mine from behind. Beautiful amber gold eyes lustfully glanced down at my exposed body and swept back up to my face.
“Although, if you want to, perhaps we could have some fun once you’ve sobered up... But don’t worry...” He seductively purred into my ear “...this isn’t a date.” A wicked smirk stretched across his mischievous face.
My cheeks started burning up as I remembered what had happened this morning. Now, not even twenty-four measly hours later, I was naked in this freaks bathtub as he rubbed oil all over my back. How is this my life?
After he was finished massaging me, he gently pulled my bun out and began washing the dirt from my hair, while carefully picking out all the little blades of grass like a chimp would with bugs. Once I was finally clean, he got up and grabbed me a fluffy red towel.
“I won’t take that until you look away!” I told him while hiding behind the edge of the tub again.
He raised a brow at me. “Oh really? And this is different than seeing you lying naked in the tub how?”
“It just is! Besides, the water distorts your view. Now turn around or I’m not getting out!” I stubbornly glared at him.
“Alright then.” He sighed. “I promise I won’t peek.” His hand reached up and covered his eyes as he reluctantly turned his back to me.
Little warm droplets rolled down the length of my body as I slowly stood up. I gave my hair a good squeeze to get all the excess water out while keeping my eyes pinned on the tall broad-shouldered murderer in front of me. His thick damp midnight hair draped down the length of his muscular back and swayed gently side to side, as he casually hummed a tune, and shifted around on his feet.
I carefully lifted one leg out of the deep tub and placed my foot on the soft black bathmat. My hands tightly gripped the slippery smooth edge as I attempted to bring my other leg over, which was proving to be quite difficult in my intoxicated state. My heel had just barely made it over the side when my hands suddenly slipped. I loudly crashed onto the floor with a small scream, flailing my arms like a lunatic, and took the stool he had been sitting on down with me.
Almost immediately, Ashton’s large hands grabbed my small ones as he helped my pathetic form up. “Are you alright?” He asked while trying to suppress a laugh, and quickly wrapped the towel around me.
“You bastard! You promised you wouldn’t peek!” I scowled at him with a death glare and took an angry step back while furiously ripping the remaining piece of towel out of his hand.
“Yeah well, I didn’t think that you’d try to kill yourself.” An amused grin stretched across his face.
With some struggling, he managed to help me dry off, and slipped a very large black T-shirt over my head. It felt soft against my skin and flowed down to my knees. The smell of it was really nice too, like a vaguely familiar fiery and spicy sort of smell.
I held the material to my nose and inhaled trying to figure out where I had smelt that scent before... My eyes suddenly widened at the extremely obvious answer... It was his shirt, it smelt like him...
I looked over to see him leaning against the sink with a smug smirk on his face. My face turned tomato red at the realization that he’d been watching me so blatantly sniffing his shirt. He then gracefully closed the distance between us and swooped me up into his arms bridal style.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing now!?” I sneered at him but didn’t fight back too much. My adrenaline was running low and I was becoming rather tired, plus, I knew that it would be pointless to fight him regardless.
“Taking you to my bed.” He smiled at me and began to walk back down the hallway.
“Don’t you dare get any funny ideas, Mister! Or I will literally bite you!” I growled out with fire in my eyes, as I angrily poked at his firm chest.
“Oh, You’ll bite me, will you?” He lifted a brow and wickedly grinned at me. “Don’t tempt me to change my mind about treating you virtuously tonight.”
“Sicko...” I sneered and looked away from his smug perverted grin. My gaze drifted down to the front door as we passed the area that overlooked the foyer. There was no dog in sight, which kind of unsettled me a bit.
“Where did your dog go?” I found myself asking.
“He’s probably still eating his supper. He got quite the delicious treat tonight.” He smiled as we turned into his bedroom.
The room was large and looked like it was quite sumptuous at one point. It was rather dark because the only source of light was shining in from the hallway, but I could still see it fairly well. The bottom half of the walls were decoratively paneled in dark oak wood, and the top had old light grey wallpaper with a beautiful darker grey design. Every piece of the once opulent furniture was dingy and antiqued, matching the rest of the house. Sepulchral shadows were cast across the room, giving it a bit of a creepy vibe.
The wide floorboards creaked as he carried me over to the king-sized four-poster canopy bed. Silky black material was lazily wrapped around the thick wooden beams and elegantly draped down the sides of the intricately carved posts, reaching to the floor like the wispy cloak of a malicious specter. He gently laid me down and tucked me under the velvety dark crimson coverlet. His large body crouched down next to the bed, and his hands stuffed the velvety material underneath me, all along my body to my neck, until I looked like I was wrapped up in a cozy cocoon.
“If you dare try anything sneaky while I’m asleep, I will literally rip your eyeballs out and use them to fertilize my garden.” I glared daggers at him from my wrapped-up state.
“Oh? Is that all you’d do to me?” He asked with crooked delight.
“No, I’ll also cut your fingers off one by one until you scream out in agony.” I viciously seethed.
“Well now, that would be a real shame, considering that you haven’t felt what these fingers can do to you... yet." He nonchalantly looked at his fingers as he wiggled them in front of his face.
My face turned bright red and my scowl darkened at him. “And don’t even think about slithering up next to me tonight, you creep!”
“Bummer, and here I was hoping that we’d get to do some quality snuggling.” He stated in a mockingly distressed voice.
“There will most certainly not be any snuggling going on between us! I’ll carve out your liver, chop off your limbs, slice your throat open, stab your stomach with a pencil. The things I’ll do to you could put any cannibal corpse song to shame!....” Amusement twinkled in his golden eyes and a goofy grin stretched across his lips, as he stayed crouched down next to me, listening to all the ways I planned to maim him if he tried anything.
“It’s time to go to sleep now, my sweet little Buttercup.” He whispered to me, cutting off my violent rambling.
“I’m not your sweet little Butterc-”
“Sleep.” He darkly commanded.
Suddenly my body became limp and my eyes were too heavy to keep open. My consciousness fell into darkness as sleep overtook my senses...
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