For one heartbeat his expression flickered, something softer, almost surprised, like he hadn't expected me to follow him in here after everything. Then the mask snapped back into place: guarded and unreadable.
"Out," he said quietly. Not a growl this time. Not an order barked through clenched teeth. Just… quiet. Tired, maybe.
I laughed again, short and bitter. "You don't get to dismiss me after that little performance. Not when you're still dripping with me."
He turned slowly, letting the water pound against his chest. His c**k was softening now, heavy between his thighs, but his gaze never wavered from mine. No smirk. No triumph. Just a long, assessing look that made the skin along my spine prickle.
"I said clean yourself up," he repeated, softer. "Not come in here and pick another fi
