I’m so f*****g exhausted. Every bone in my body feels stiff and heavy, like I’ve been run over by a damn truck. I don’t think I can take another round of pain. I don’t even know what the hell Dante’s planning next, but I’m pretty sure he walked into the bathroom.
About five minutes pass. Then I hear his boots again, loud and steady as he comes back into the room. He climbs into the bed, and instantly, my breath catches. My whole body tenses up, already bracing for whatever punishment he’s got lined up next.
But instead, I feel something warm and wet slide between my thighs. At first I jerk a little, confused, and then it hits me. He’s cleaning me up.
He doesn’t say a damn word. Just keeps wiping me down with a towel soaked in warm water. He moves slow, real slow, like he’s being careful
