12. A Massage

EVANGELINE.

I don’t know how long I stared at him, but when his eyes simmered red, I knew I couldn’t test him any further and slowly inched closer to the bathtub. Now more

than ever wishing there was some bubble bath available. What if I saw his monster?

Then I needed to keep my eyes closed!

I inched nearer and kneeled behind his

head on the floor, thinking this was perfect! He couldn’t even see me from

here. But it was only a few moments later that I realised I couldn’t reach properly from here, and I slowly got up again.

Should I sit on the edge of the tub?

No never!

“I don’t have all day, Little Mouse,” He

snarled, making me flinch, my hands instantly going to his shoulders.

“S-sorry!”

Pouting I began massaging his shoulders, unsure if I was doing this correctly, but when a low groan left his lips, I got my answer. My heart thundered, I guess I was doing it correctly.

Goddess… how long did I have to do this?

He tilted his head back, and I moved away just before his head almost touched my breasts. Suddenly he reached up grabbing the back of my head making me squeak in fear as he yanked me closer, “I didn’t say you could move.”

“Y-yes.” I whispered, trying not to tremble as I massaged his shoulders. To my utter dismay, I could see he was hard,

and he didn’t seem to care that I could

see. Did he have no shame?

That scary thing… I shuddered inwardly.

He closed his eyes, his hand running down my neck, my stomach fluttered when his fingers ran down my arm, making my entire body tingle. “Don’t stop.” His voice came, and I realised I had stopped massaging him.

“Yes, my prince.” I whispered as I continued, my eyes fixed on his defined

muscles.

“I hate that title.”

Then what do I call you?

I remained silent, daring not to question

foound myself

of the deadly man before me. If we forgot about how unhinged he was, you could see he was perfection, from his smooth brown skin to the firmness

everywhere. He was

unlike me!

because he worked out

incredible features too, those lips looked soft, his nose firm and strong, and behind those thick

the man from my nightmares… Why was he killing me?

over my thoughts, I continued massaging him, making sure to target all the knots I

Grandmother Philomena made me do often enough, and I was good at it. Seeing his eyes were still closed, I slowly sat down on the edge of the tub, twisting my body, so I

about that nightmare… I

being stabbed to death. I shivered at the pain I always felt in my nightmares; it felt

him. I looked down, gazing into those gold-green eyes that

this angle, I could see the flecks of gold

looking at

thumping

growled, “I was enjoying that massage, but your constant

Pig?

was offended, there was nothing about

so perfect, and yes, I turned pink at times but it did not mean I was a pig!

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through that mind of yours…”

he glared at me. Oh, I could never share my thoughts! I didn’t dare give him the

got back to massaging him.

Wash my back.”

me several

had just said, my

for the bottle of body

sponge. “C-could you move forward, p-please?” I asked

hesitantly.

reply, but he sat forward, and I tucked one knee up on the tub, making it easier to reach him and began sponging

I made sure I was thorough and firm, pretending I was washing a rug or something.

I hummed in my

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going to be something sensual, he was wrong. He was a dirty mat that needed a good clean! Soon he will realise that I am

minx he probably wanted, I

and I added more body wash to the sponge

His eyes were on my

I was scrubbing, the more

slowed

fast! His eyes kept flickering from red to gold-green and when I finished wiping down

was about to move back, he grabbed hold of my wrist,

my lips as water splashed everywhere, and I grabbed onto his arm and the edge of the bathtub, my heart

me, and I whimpered in fear.

won’t force me, he said he won’t force me. I kept repeating in my head, trying to fight

me in its

mantra, I stayed stiff in his

legs and his manhood poked my

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