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“We need a shower,” I tell her, kicking open the bathroom door and stepping inside before I lower her to the counter and reluctantly slide my dick out of her.
“I could have stayed in bed while you showered, I won’t leave, I promise.”
“Oh, I know you won’t leave. Your ass belongs to me now, and if you try to run, I’ll find you and drag you back. After breakfast, we can go and get your stuff from the hotel and anything else you need.”
Her sigh is audible. “I can’t move in with you, Hawthorn, I need to buy a house or an apartment or something.”
“You can buy a house or an apartment. You can buy a fucking spaceship if you want, I don’t really give a fuck. But no matter how many places you buy, you’re still going to be living with me, so what’s the point?” I ask with a smirk, reaching in to turn on the shower.
“You can’t just tell me I’m moving in with you,” she hisses, jumping down from the counter and glaring at me, her naked body completely ruining her attempt at being intimidating.
Crossing the small room in a single stride, I crowd her, forcing her to step back until her butt is pressed against the counter, and I’m caging her in with my hands braced on either side of her.
“I can tell you you’re moving in, and I have, because you love it when I tell you what to do,” I taunt, tipping my head to the side and accessing her. “But that won’t be the reason you’re in my bed every night.” Pausing, I lift one hand from the counter and gently stroke the back of my knuckles against her cheek. “You claimed me, Penelope, in front of everyone. Even if you don’t want to admit it out loud, we both know that no matter what place you buy, you’ll be here with me, because you won’t want to be anywhere else—and I won’t want you to be either.”
She looks away, doubt and fear so clear in her eyes, and I have to fight the urge to demand she lift her haunted gaze back to me. Penelope is like a wilting flower, she has the potential to be so fucking bold and beautiful, but she hasn’t been cared for, and sometimes, like now, the neglect shows.
Dipping my head, I press a kiss to the corner of her mouth, not demanding that she give me her attention. A soft sigh falls from her lips, and the sound feels like a knife to my heart. I pushed her too hard today. She’s shown me over and over that she’s mine, and now it’s time for me to take over, to take care of her, and to show her that it’s okay to let me.
Picking her up, I carry her into the shower, and her eyes fall closed as she tips her head back under the stream of hot water. Grabbing the sponge, I pour shower gel onto it, and then, starting at her shoulder, I gently caress her skin, coating her in a bubbly lather that’s immediately washed away by the torrent of water.
Without protest, she lets me bathe her, sighing happily as I lower her to her feet, then crouch down and press a kiss against her stomach. I cover her thighs and pussy with soapy bubbles, working down to her ankles, then slowly stroking a path up her flawless skin with my fingers as I stand back up. Her guileless eyes watch me care for her, and shock and want dance together in her stormy blue depths.
Dropping the sponge, I turn her around and fill my hands with shampoo, working it into her short, peachy hair as I wash it. Following my silent instruction, she tips her head back, letting the water wash the shampoo away from her hair, then waits unmoving as I smooth conditioner through it next.
The quiet, still room should be unnerving, but instead the silence feels peaceful and easy. Two weeks ago, I wouldn’t have believed it was possible to be calm and serene with Penelope Rhodes, but I understand her a little better now.
She’s done bad things, but she’s not a bad person.
My mind flits to the comment Izzy made about her parents punishing Penelope by starving her, humiliating her, and ignoring her, and a surge of red-hot anger tries to force its way to the surface, but I push it away. Soon I’ll have to know the truth about what her parents did to her, but right now I just want to enjoy her surrender and this time with her.
When the last of the conditioner is gone from her hair, I quickly wash myself, then turn off the water, wrapping my Princess in a towel before taking one for myself.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
“What for?”
“For liking me in spite of who I am, for taking care of me, for being here.”
“You’re welcome,” I whisper, ripping the towel from her wet skin and scooping her off the floor and over my shoulder. Her squeal of surprise and tinkling giggles are the best fucking sounds in the world.
* * *
Waking up with her in my arms is fucking perfection. I barely slept last night, worried that she’d climb out of my embrace and leave, but after she fell asleep with her head on my chest and her legs tangled between mine, she never murmured, sleeping peacefully the entire night.
Sighing sexily, she rolls to her side, then nestles back into me, her ass pressing against my hard dick. I’m eighteen years old. I wake up every day with morning wood, but today it’s more than just a bodily reaction, it’s about her. I’m rock-hard because my woman is naked in my bed.
Her hair’s spread out across the pillow, messily rumpled and sexy as fuck. She looks so much more real when she’s not perfect, although I bet she’d hate knowing I feel that way. The urge to part her legs and slide into her pussy is so fucking strong, but I need her to understand that as much as I always want to fuck her, this thing between us is about more than just sex.
We’re meeting up with the others later today to strategize about how we’re going to fuck with the girls’ parents. My Princess wants revenge, and after hearing even more from her and Izzy about the monsters that raised them, I want it for them both too.
The Rhodeses deserve to feel some retribution for everything they’ve done. Penelope was right, it’s not fair that they simply get to walk away like nothing has happened when the girls have been forced to pick up the pieces of their ravaged lives and try to start over. Part of me wishes we could just kill them, but as much as the girls both resent their parents, I’m not sure they’re ready to see them dead just yet.
In a few years’ time, me and my friends will find ourselves in uniquely powerful positions, but I don’t want to wait years to help Penelope seek revenge, so for now we need to decide what we can do that will cause their parents as much annoyance, inconvenience, and hurt as possible.
A soft mewl falls from Penelope’s lips, and she starts to stir, her ass grazing the head of my dick again as she arches, stretching her limbs out and unfurling like a sleepy kitten. Blinking, her eyes slowly open, and she rolls to face me in confusion, then a soft smile appears on her face.
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