Splashing hot water onto my face, I rub in my oils and wipe the condensation from the mirror. The room isn’t as bad as I expected, and Wicked made sure there was a small bed in the room waiting for Wolf. He has been restless tonight, but I figure it has something to do with everything going on, since he wanted to stay downstairs with Wicked until nine.

The bathroom door opens and I turn, leaning against the basin while moving my hair over my shoulder. “Wicked!” I reach for the silky robe that’s hanging over the bathtub, but his hand catches my wrist, stopping me. Shit.

“Open your legs.”

“What!” I snap, shoving myself out of his grip, only it doesn’t work.

He picks me up from beneath my armpits, lifting me onto the basin. His hand comes to my upper thigh and he spreads the other wide. Thank God I’m wearing basic cotton panties, or this would have been a direct show for him. More than it already is.

His thumb grazes over the tattoo over my panty line. “You, fucking what?”

My face scrunches, squeezing my eyes closed. His fingers wrap around my chin, forcing me to open them. “I was young, angry, and in my defense, you traumatized me!”

Silence stretches between us, his eyes searching mine. His mouth curves up in a slow smirk, before he’s removing his leather cut and his white shirt.

“Um… what are you doing?” I shuffle up the basin more to get comfortable.

“Oh.” He unbuckles his belt. “I’m definitely fucking you for that.”

“Ahhh…” My hands go to his chest to push him back, but he grabs my wrists and slams them up against my head, cracking the mirror.

Separating my legs, he hovers a whisper away from me. “You think you can get Wicked fucking lies tattooed on your skin, above this—” His finger grazes over me and I suck in a breath, my fingers clenching the porcelain basin. “—perfect fucking pussy and I not fuck the stubborn out of it?” His finger slips between my lips and I rest my head back against the glass, arching my back.

“Remember how good this feels, yeah?” He curls his finger inside me and massages gently before turning to my ear and biting my lobe. “Because you’re about to fucking hurt.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, forcing him closer into me. His hand flies up to the broken glass behind my head, and when he brings it back down between us, he holds it against my throat. The head of his cock presses against my opening as he groans, “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to fucking slit this perfect throat of yours over the years.”