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“Son of a b***h,” Adrian almost shouted when he heard the knock. “f**k this.” He turned off the shower and strode to the door, flinging it open. “Go away.”
Ellie stood with her arm raised to knock again. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair messed. Except for being soaked from the rain, she looked like she did right after he’d f****d her, and his d**k wanted that again.
“Oh, your face.” She winced. “It looks worse in the light.” She touched his cheek. “I’m sorry about this. We need to clean—”
He jerked his head away. “Ellie, go home.” His voice was calm, but it was a mask because his blood surged through his body, primal from the adrenaline. He’d fought. He’d won. He’d defended her honor. She belonged to him.
“I’m not going home. We need—”
“Then go somewhere else.” If she
