Chapter 20
Hannah
I padded across the plush carpet toward the master bathroom, my body deliciously s
in places I’d forgotten existed.
The massive marble bathroom made me pause in the doorway; it was bigger than my entire bedroom at home, featuring a rainfall shower that could fit four people and a soaking tub that looked like it belonged in a Roman palace.
“Holy shit.” I whispered, running my fingers along the cool marble countertop. This is how the one percent
lives.
I caught sight of myself in the floor–to–ceiling mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back at me. My hair was tangled, and my lips were swollen from Leonardo’s aggressive kisses.
Turning around, I looked over my shoulder at my reflection and gasped. My ass was covered in angry red handprints, some already darkening to bruises. 1 gingerly touched one, wincing at the tenderness but feeling a strange pride. I’d earned those marks, taken everything he’d given me.
“Damn, Hannah, I murmured, examining the damage. “You really let him wreck you
turned back to face the mirror and discovered more evidence of our night together. My breasts were decorated with bite marks, some deep enough to have broken skin slightly. Purple and red splotches dotted the pale flesh from my collarbone down to the undersides of my breasts.
He’d been careful not to mark my neck, probably so I wouldn’t have to explain visible hickeys to anyone, but he’d claimed the rest of me thoroughly. Each bite mark and bruise told the story of how he’d possessed me, how I’d surrendered to him completely.
I stepped into the shower, moaning as the hot water hit my skin. I lathered expensive body wash across my body, wincing when I touched the tender spots and reliving each moment that had created them.
The way he’d spanked me when I wasn’t quick enough to obey
The way he’d bitten down on my breast as he came inside me.
The way
y he’d wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me light–headed.
My hand drifted between my legs almost unconsciously. I was still swollen and sensitive from the night’s activities but somehow already hungry for more. I leaned against the cool tile wall, hot water cascading down my body as I circled my clit with slippery fingers.
“Fuck,” I gasped, closing my eyes and imagining it was his fingers touching me.
I slid two fingers inside myself, pumping slowly at first, then faster as the pressure built My thumb worked my clit in tight circles as I fucked myself with my fingers, my other hand pinching and tugging at my nipple.
“Daddy,” I whimpered, the name feeling natural on my lips now. “Please, Daddy.”
I came hard against my hand, my inner walls clenching around my fingers as waves of pleasure washed over me. My legs trembled so badly that I had to lean against the wall to keep from collapsing.
“Jesus Christ,” I panted, Jetting the water rinse away the evidence of my little solo session. “What has he done to me?”
After thoroughly washing my hair with what had to be $100 shampoo, I reluctantly turned off the water and stepped out onto the heated bathroom floor. I wrapped myself in the fluffiest towel I’d ever touched and padded back into the bedroom.
The suite locked different in daylight. It was less intimidating and more like an absurdly expensive hotel room rather than a crime scene.
I shivered slightly, remembering what I’d walked into last night. Il someone had told me a week ago that killed three people, I would have tauglied in their face,
I’d have sex with a man who had just
