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⁠ CHAPTER (18) EIGHTEEN

MAI'S POV

My brows lifted. “That’s… oddly specific and inappropriate.”

Roman shrugged. “It’s different. The way it drips, the way it smells, it's taste satisfying.”

I crossed my arms. “Well, that’s inappropriate. Do you like it in your mistresses too?”

He closed his eyes briefly. “No. Yours feels different. Maybe it’s because you’re small.”

“I’m not small,” I snapped.

He cracked one eye open, smirking. “Noted.”

“And what exactly do you like about it?” I asked, annoyed.

“The smell. The feel. The way it makes you scream for me and only me,” he said quietly. “It’s… familiar now.”

I stared at him, unsure of what to say. Then, in a weak attempt to steer the moment away from whatever was unraveling between us, I muttered, “You’re such a d♪ckhead.”

“Anything you say, darling,” he replied lazily. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?”

I hesitated, heart thudding in my chest. “I haven’t showered yet,” I said. “So…”

His gaze lifted to mine, and for a moment, the room held its breath. "I need to use the shower."

"You can have it with me if you want." He coaxed, his head facing up to the ceiling.

I sat there, stunned. "You want me to shower Infront of you or with you."

"With me." Murmured, barely audible.

"I- I don't know—" I stood up, my eyes meeting his face.

"Take your clothes off." He interrupted, his eyes turning and locking onto mine with a dangerous intensity. "Now."

My mouth went dry, "you can't just order me to—"

"Mai." He said, his voice dripping to a low, warning growl. "You're wasting my time and I don't waste time."

"I'm not wasting—"

"Off." He barked, his gaze sweeping over me like he could see through the layers of fabric. "I'm not asking again."

My hands shook as I hesitated, but his eyes bore into me, unrelenting. Slowly, I reached for the hem of my shirt, my movements clumsy under his watchful gaze.

"Faster baby." He said, leaning back against the tub's titled walls, the water cascading down his body. I swallowed hard and fast, my pulse rising and pounding as I stripped off my shirt and then my jeans, leaving me in nothing but my br@ and underw£ar.

"All of it." He said his voice quieter now, but no less commanding.

With trembling hands, I unclasped my br@, letting it fall to the floor then quickly stripper out of my underwe@r, letting it on the floor. I crossed my arms over my che$t instinctively feeling more exposed in my life under his gaze.

"Good f•ckin girl," he murmured, his lips curving into a faint smirk. "Now get in."

I stepped into the tub, my gaze not to him but the wall and ignored his hands he held out for me. Roman reached out, his hand wrapping around my wrist to pull me closer as he was already on his knees, in the tub. He guided my arms down, leaving me completely bare on my knees before him. I could barely breathe, the big bathroom felt small as his eyes filled with things i couldn't quite place —hunger, wanting, control, possession.

"See not that difficult, is it?" He growled, his voice dropping to a rough whisper.

Before I could respond, his hands slid up my sides, his touch firm and unapologetic. "Relax baby." He ordered, his large hands gripping my hips possessively. "F•ck you're so s•xy." He praised in my ear, his voice a dark promise as the water around us felt warmer and warmer.

I turn to face him before i knew, it was his lips crashed into mines in a desperate heated kiss, his tongue invading my mouth, his hands touching places i didn't know existed. I m0aned into the kiss, my hands exploring his body, structured abs and muscles. Suddenly he broke the kiss, spinning me around and pinning me against the tub's cool tile wall, water splashed to the floor.

"I'm going to f•ck you so hard darling," he promised darkly again, his hand reaching between my thighs. His fingers found my arching ©lit, rubbing circles that have me seeing stars. His already hard c0ck behind me pressed against my @s$. I gasped, arching into his touch as he flicks my ©lit. He husked, sliding his finger down to my wet fl0ds and plugging his middle finger into my already drenched p•ssy. A whisper left my mouth. He took it out, his hands covered with my wetness and the tub's water as he lifted me up, carrying me to the shower stall.

When we reached , he inserted his finger and brought it out again as he spoke "Suck." I did as I was told, my legs touching the coldness of the shower stall tiles as I tasted myself.

He carried me from my thighs. "I never said you should stand, wrap your legs back around me."

I did what I was told again as my legs wrapped around him, his hard l€ngth's tip resting on my entrance. With one brutal thru$t, he sheaths himself inside me, stretching me wide around his thick l€ngth, shedding my innocence.

"F•ck, you're still tight." He grints out, pulling nearly all the way before slamming back in, making my voice break in a hoarse, croaked yell.

Each punishing thur$t force, the air from my lungs lacking, the rough tile b1tting into my back as he takes what he wants, what he likes, what he ordered for.

"It was made for my d♪ck." One hand remained fisted in my hair while the other grips my hip hard enough to bruise, holding me in place for his brutal pace.

"I..ah—hate you." I hissed, his d♪ck hitting all the sides and places.

I felt every ridge of his lock dragging along my sensitive walls, stoking the fire building low in my belly. My nails dug into his shoulders as I hanged on for my dare life.

"You hate me?" He hissed, his grip tightening with every thru$t, making me m0an uncontrollably. "But your body says otherwise." He let go of my hair, his hand harshly and brutally squeezing my bre@st.

"I don't want it." I said in between my m0ans, my breathing hitched.

"Take it because you could have just walked away." He taunted. "You could have just walked away, letting me be but you didn't, you brought this for yourself."

"You're hitting all the sides....mh" I starmmered, trembling under him.

His grip didn't leave my thighs, his other hand joining his other in holding me as he thur$ted inside me. "You like it don't you?" He asked, his actions not stopping.

"I—" He interrupted, his lips claiming. He wasn't gentle, his kiss a kiss of fire and possession. He didn't stop thur$ting, his movement make my excitement increased until I exploded, my 0rgasm pouring as I left the kiss, yelling in pleasure.

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Zoey walked into the room, her eyes scanning for Caleb. She spotted him sitting on the couch, staring at his phone with a mixture of frustration and concern etched on his face. She approached him, her footsteps quiet on the soft carpet.

"Caleb?" she said softly, trying to gauge his mood.

He looked up, his eyes locking onto hers. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.

"Hey," he said finally, his voice low and rough.

Zoey sat down beside him, her thigh brushing against his. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice gentle.

Caleb sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Just dealing with some stuff," he said vaguely.

Zoey nodded, knowing better than to push him when he was like this. Instead, she reached out and took his hand, her fingers intertwining with his. Caleb's eyes flicked to their joined hands, and for a moment, Zoey thought she saw a glimmer of surprise. But then his face softened, and he squeezed her hand gently.

"Thanks, Zoey," he said, his voice a little softer now.

Zoey smiled, her heart warming to him. "Anytime, Caleb," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Caleb's eyes locked onto his phone, a mix of concern and frustration etched on his face. "It's Mai," he said, his voice tinged with worry.

Zoey's expression shifted to one of curiosity. "Oh?"

Caleb's brow furrowed. "She said she'd call me when she got home, but it's been two hours and she still hasn't called."

Zoey let out a dismissive laugh. "Oh, pfft, Mai is very forgetful, dude. Chill and relax."

Caleb's face still looked troubled, so Zoey stood up and playfully poked him in the chest. "You're being a bit too clingy, aren't you?" she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Caleb's cheeks flushed slightly, and Zoey continued to poke fun at him. "You're so overprotective and romantic, it's almost adorable."

Caleb's expression softened, and he smiled wryly. "Hey, someone's got to look out for her," he said, his voice laced with affection.

Zoey chuckled and nudged him playfully. "I think you're just smitten, that's all."

Caleb's smile grew, and he shook his head, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Maybe a little," he admitted, his voice low and sheepish.

Zoey's grin widened. "A little?" she repeated, her voice dripping with amusement. "You're head over heels, Caleb!"

Caleb chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Shut up, Zoey," he said, laughing.

Zoey's teasing didn't let up. "Oh, come on, admit it! You're totally whipped!" she said, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

Caleb's face turned a deeper shade of pink, but he couldn't help but laugh along with Zoey. "Okay, fine. Maybe I am a bit whipped," he conceded, holding up his hands in mock defeat.

Zoey's laughter filled the room, and Caleb couldn't help but join in. The tension in his body eased, and he felt a sense of relief wash over him. Maybe Zoey was right; maybe he was being a bit too clingy. But he just couldn't help the way he felt about Mai.

Just then, his phone buzzed, and Caleb's heart skipped a beat. Caleb's face fell as he stared at the screen. "It's my aunt," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and unease.

Zoey's expression changed from teasing to concern. "Oh, what's wrong?" she asked, noticing the look on Caleb's face.

Caleb hesitated, then sighed. "She's coming over, and... she's not a fan of me dating," he said, his voice low.

Zoey's eyes widened in understanding. "Ah, got it. So, she's not exactly thrilled about Mai, huh?"

Caleb shook his head. "To put it mildly. My aunt can be... traditional, let's say. She's old-school and doesn't approve of me dating anyone who's not... suitable, in her opinion."

Zoey's face lit up with a mischievous grin. "Well, this should be interesting. Do you want me to make myself scarce?"

Caleb hesitated, unsure of what to do. Part of him wanted to stand up for his relationship with Mai, but another part of him knew that his aunt could be... difficult. Caleb's face turned slightly red as he cleared his throat. "To be honest, my aunt wouldn't... approve of a girl being in the house with me, ahem."

Zoey's eyes widened in understanding, and she nodded knowingly. "Oh, I see. Well, in that case, I think I'll make myself scarce. Don't want to cause any trouble."

Caleb looked relieved, but also a bit sheepish. "Yeah, probably for the best. I'll walk you out."

As they walked to the door, Zoey turned to Caleb and whispered, "Don't worry, your secret's safe with me." She winked and smiled mischievously.

Caleb and Zoey were about to leave when the door suddenly swung open. His aunt stood in the entrance, her eyes scanning the room. Caleb's heart sank.

"Ah, Aunt..." he started to say, but she cut him off.

"Caleb, what's going on here?" she asked, her voice stern.

Caleb's mind racing, he quickly locked the gates and turned to Zoey. "Hide in my room, now!" he whispered urgently.

Zoey didn't hesitate, she sprinted towards Caleb's room, disappearing from view just as his aunt's eyes narrowed.

Caleb composed himself and opened the door, trying to appear nonchalant. "Aunt, what brings you here so early?"

His aunt's gaze lingered on the closed door to his room before focusing on him. "I could ask you the same thing, Caleb. What's going on? I could have sworn I heard someone else here."

Caleb forced a laugh. "Oh, you must be mistaken. I was just... watching TV."

His aunt's expression remained skeptical, her eyes still darting towards his room. "I'll take a look around, if you don't mind," she said, taking a step forward.

Caleb tried to deflect his aunt's suspicions. "There's nothing to suspect, Aunt. So, how's the family?"

His aunt's expression didn't change. "Whatever. Let's go. I'm staying here for a week. Hope my room's ready and clean. You know how much I hate dirty rooms."

Caleb's heart sank. "Well, you didn't tell me earlier, so I haven't started cleaning."

His aunt's eyes sparkled with determination. "Well, then I'll just stay in your room."

Caleb's mind racing, he tried to come up with reasons why she shouldn't go to his room. "Aunt, my room's a mess. I've got stuff all over the place. It's not exactly guest-ready."

But his aunt wasn't having it. "I don't care about the mess. I'm tired and need a place to rest. Where's your room?"

Before Caleb could stop her, his aunt walked into the mansion, heading straight for his room. Caleb's anxiety spiked as he followed her, trying to think of a way to distract her. "Aunt, really, my room's not fit for company..."

But his aunt just waved her hand dismissively and continued towards his room. Caleb's heart was racing as he tried to think of a plan to keep her from discovering... anything.

Caleb's aunt entered his room, her eyes scanning the space. Caleb held his breath, expecting her to notice something out of place. But to his relief, there was no sign of Zoey. She must have hidden really well.

His aunt's gaze lingered on the messy room, her expression disapproving. "This is quite a mess, Caleb. You need to clean up after yourself."

Caleb let out a silent sigh of relief. "I'll get to it, Aunt. I promise."

His aunt nodded, still surveying the room. "I'll stay here for now. You can clean up the guest room for me."

Caleb nodded, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. He hoped Zoey could stay hidden until his aunt left. "I'll get started right away, Aunt."

Caleb quietly excused himself from his aunt’s presence, slipping into his bedroom with practiced ease. He didn’t bother turning on the light—he knew every inch of the place. His thoughts buzzed louder than the hallway fan outside his door. But when he reached the kitchen, his breath caught.

Zoey stood by the pantry.

“Shh!” she hissed, pressing her hand to his mouth before he could speak. Her eyes darted toward the hallway.

Caleb’s heart thudded against his ribs—not from fear, but from the nearness of her. Her hand was still on his lips, her scent light and familiar. For a second, neither of them moved.

Then, slowly, she pulled her hand away.

“I thought you were…” Caleb whispered.

“I know,” Zoey interrupted, glancing behind her. “But I’m a woman. I know how women act. She’s not mad—she’s dramatic.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You’re insane.”

Zoey grinned. “And I'm Zoey.”

There was a beat of silence before she added, “I’ll go now. Just… cover me, okay?”

Caleb looked at her, serious now. “Zoey—be careful.”

She gave him a quick wink, then crouched low, creeping toward the hallway door. Caleb watched her go, a smile tugging at his lips despite himself. He didn’t know what they were doing—or what they were becoming—but it was dangerous. And addicting. He was in a relationship so why was he feeling this way.

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Mai stood by the window, the evening light casting soft shadows across her room. Her hair still damp from the shower, she rubbed her thighs absently, recalling the tension that had settled there. She had been overwhelmed—more than just by the water running down her skin. But she pushed those thoughts aside. Now wasn’t the time to dwell.

Her phone buzzed on the bedside table, flashing Caleb’s name. She hesitated, then answered. His voice was calm, grounding.

“I saw your missed calls,” she said quietly.

“Sorry, I’ve been caught up with things.” he replied.

Mai nodded, even though he couldn’t see her. “Oh ok.”

After the call, she sent a quick message: When you’re less busy, I should call.

Putting the phone down, Mai took a deep breath, trying to steady the swirl of emotions inside her. Despite everything, she felt a faint spark of hope—maybe this time things could be different.

Mai sat back on her bed, her fingers tracing the spot where Roman’s touch still lingered on her skin. The heat from his hands seemed to pulse beneath her clothes, refusing to fade. It was like a shadow she couldn’t shake—equal parts intoxicating and terrifying.

She swallowed hard, trying to push the feeling away. But the memory was stubborn, pulling at her even as she tried to focus on Caleb’s voice and the safety it promised. Roman’s presence haunted her, a reminder of the tangled mess she was caught in.

Her heart raced. How could something so dark leave a trace so alive?

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