Nyx’s POV
The shower water was way too hot. It was almost scalding, but I didn’t turn it down. I needed it to hurt. I needed it to burn his touch off my skin.
It didn’t work.
My mind kept circling back to him. To the dungeon. Not just the s*x, but the quiet after. The way he’d held me when the nightmare had me. I didn’t ask him to. He just did it. His arms were solid. For a minute, I wasn’t the Alpha Queen. I was just a person, and he was just a shelter.
Stupid. So stupid.
He’s a liar. A killer. He has a job to do, and I’m the job. My brain knows this. My body… my body’s a traitor.
I was scrubbing soap over my arms, my thoughts a million miles away, when my hand just… stopped. It rested on my stomach. Then it slid lower, through the slick heat between my legs. I flinched, like my own
