Grae kept his eyes on me as he removed his bloodied shirt and threw it in the laundry bin. I stared at his naked chest longingly, his muscles were reflecting off the bathroom light and seemingly calling to me. I’d just been raped and the thought of it disgusted me, but I couldn’t have Eli being the last man who was in me.
The thought sickened me, and I had a feeling that Grae felt the same way. His gaze was aggressive and angry, there was a violent torment brewing behind his striking gray eyes that he was fighting to keep hidden. He had already released his anger upon Eli, and it wasn’t his intention to bring it out on me.
He removed his pants that had traces of blood and climbed into the tub with me. He positioned his body, so he was sitting directly behind me with me between his legs.
