“Come now, Sunshine, don’t ask me questions about things you already know the answer to,” I said as the bubbles frothed and swirled under my touch. Her nipples stood out in perfect little peaks, and my eyes feasted on her flesh that was unmarred except for a single bruise Peter had made.

It struck me as funny that the one labeled murderer wasn’t the one to leave the handprint on her skin. The bruise was a pale yellow now and almost completely gone, but I could still clearly see where he’d grabbed her roughly. Peter would already be dead on my table, but my plans for him were far larger than me simply killing him.

“Why are you back here? You didn’t answer the question,” she said, her body still rigid even as the passion I was creating in her began to build.

“Why do you care? Are you jealous, Sunshine?”

She looked away from me and crossed her arms again. “No, I don’t care who you fuck.”

“Your words say one thing, but your eyes are saying another,” I whispered and slipped my hand between her thighs.

She tensed her body, reacting to fear first, but then a sweet moan escaped Sunshine’s lips. Her muscles twitched as she tried to remain resilient to my touch. I massaged the sensitive flesh on either side of her pussy lips and then around her sensitive clit. With every quick breath and quiver her body made, I committed to memory.

Using the bar of soap, I abandoned what she really wanted to run it over and reached for her hardened nipples instead, rolling one of the buds between my fingers. Her eyes fluttered shut, and my hand stopped moving until her eyes opened again.

“Keep them open,” I said.

Her eyes filled with desire that could rival that need coursing through my veins. I resumed my soapy assault on her body and ran my fingers down the sides of her waist and back up again. Each time my hands descended toward the apex of her desire, I’d stop just shy and retreat back up her body.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” she said and raised her chin a little higher.

Giving her nipple a tweak, she moaned and then sucked in her lower lip like that would make a difference. The pleasure was written all over her face, and it told the story her words did not.

“Why do you keep lying to yourself, Sunshine? More importantly, why do you think you can lie to me?” Her arm flinched a moment before her fist came for my face, but the chain stopped her short by an inch. Smiling, I stepped forward so that the knuckles of her fist touched my chin. “Is this what you really want? To break my nose and spray blood all over the shower? You want to take all your frustration out on me?”