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A what? A softie? The fuck I am.

I’m just washing her hair after I fucked her senseless.

“Don't get used to it.” I lean closer to her and bite her ear.

She gasps at the sudden sharp pain and punches my thigh.

“Asshole!” She shouts.

“And?” I chuckle darkly before burying my face in her hair.

I wrap my arms around her chest, one hand resting just beneath the swell of her breast, rubbing slow circles, the other lying open against the upper curve.

“Wasn't planning to get used to you, freak.” She straightens herself to stretch before slumping back against me “Don’t get used to me being calm, I’m just gathering my force to beat your ass up.”

I roll my eyes.

“Yeah,” I pause my voice dropping sarcastic. “I’m sure you will and can.”

I pull back to let my head falls back against the edge when I catch her back tattoo.

I didn’t give a shit before, still don’t—but it’s a part of her and I can’t help myself look.

A massive symmetrical black-ink tattoo spreads across her back like living veins beneath skin.

At the center runs a sharp gothic structure resembling a ceremonial dagger aligned with her spine. Thin star-like details punctuate the center while black organic branches spread outward across her shoulders and ribs.

Sexy, powerful, and it definitely suits her.

The silence stretches between us for a few minutes as I drink in the details of her back, learning them, mapping every fucking line without even realizing it.

“Evren.” She suddenly breaks the silence, not harshly.

“The fuck you want now?” I grimace “Want me to give you a foot massage? In your dreams.”

“One day, you will and you’ll be on your knees.”

I burst out laughing, the fucking audacity of her to think, I will kneel before her like some yearning, romantic fucker.

I’m not like this, never will be.

“Like I said,” My laugh subsides into a dangerous and low chuckle “In your dreams—or you suck me before, and maybe I will think of it.”

“Disgusting psycho.” She spits.

I purr in her ear in agreement.

My perfect troublemaker, mine and only mine.

CHAPTER 53

Riven

Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace

The water has long since cooled down, but neither of us moves.

I have to admit—but never out loud—that it's nice that this bastard carried me and washed my hair.