Chapter 44
1193words
"Why isn't there a lock inside the bathroom!?" I yelled. How can I take a shower knowingly that my fucking captor can come in at any moment?
"Because it gets annoying when certain people lock themselves in there. For your in formation there isn't a lock in our bedroom either." He answered, his voice sounded like it came right behind from the door making it not easy for me to strip down.
"Don't you dare come inside or help me God I'll castrate you!" I yelled gritting my teeth.
"Scouts honor." He replied.
With incoherent grumbling sounds I started to strip down. My already bare feet touching the could damp white tiles as I stepped under the shower. The lukrwarm water spritzes hitting my back soothing every body ache that I may had making me moan in delight.
I really needed this. Not only did the water wash away the grim of my body, but it also washed away my thoughts, giving me the moment to recoup myself. I also took the chance to wash my hair, allowing my scalp to breath for once again. The only downside was that I had to use Mark's shampoo not sure if it will be alright for my hair. Next that it has the color of the flame making it super eye catching, it also has a curly twirly hair pattern. It always made me look like a lion hence why I prefer it to be tight down.
Stepping out of the shower as I dried myself with a towel I stared myself in the mirror, snorting proudly at my appearance. My complexion looked brighter than before, my face was slightly flushed from the heat, my lethargic skin was now rejuvenated and my normally untamable hair was tanks to the water weight down revealing its real length.
I reached my hand to grab for my clothes that I hung up on a rack to see that it was replaced with different pair of clothes. My eyes were closed into slits, my hands were balled up into fists trembling from the anger.
That bastard!
"Mark!" I roared.
"Yes honey?" He chirped, his voice sounding awfully close.
"You said that you won't enter, you rat!" I yelled.
I could hear a snort from the other side of the door. "I was never a scout."
Petulantly I crossed my arms before my still bare chest; glaring sharply at the door. "I am not going to wear this."
"And I am not going to return your clothes, so you could wear the clothes that I gave you or you can walk out naked, which I prefer more." He said mockingly.
My eyes shifted to the pieces of clothes, glaring at it before I hesitantly picked it up glazing my eyes over it.
My eyes twitched and my brows knitted together when I saw that something was still missing. "Where are my pantie and bra, you bastard!" I boomed angerly.
"There's an underwear there." He stated.
"It's a boxer short." I sneered. "And why haven't you included in some pants!?" I said incredulously.
He groans. "Baby we can banter as long as you want, but my patient is wearing thin. If a certain person doesn't come out of the bathroom in five minutes I will enter it myself taking that said person over the knee."
"I hope that's not me." I muttered lowly, but I was still heard.
"Kitten." He warned.
"Fine!" I yielded throwing my arms up.
"And don't forget to tie up your hair you'll get everywhere wet otherwise!" He added.
I just groaned in response and started to dress up, letting out a small sneeze feeling the before hot steam turning cold.
"Hurry up! You're already catching a cold!" He hollered. "I should turn on the heater before she really gets sick." He mumbled most likely thinking that I didn't catch that, but I did and I surely started to feel warm again.
"Don't rush me!" I retorted as I finally pulled the shirt over my head. I gave myself a one over. The white t-shirt, that I am guessing was Mark's, was baggy, swallowing me whole. It hung over my tights covering the black boxer short that was clinging on to my skin because of my wide hips.
In the end I didn't tie up my hair, because fuck him. I hope that everything gets wet, so that I can finally get under his skin.
I slammed the door open with incredible force of a newfound goal, annoying Mark. Striding into the living room like I owned the place staring down at my captor who was sitting on the couch his head snapped in my direction.
His jaw went slack his mouth agape, staring me up and down. "Fuck…" He said breathlessly. He slowly stood up, walking up to me with big strides. his eyes never waning away from me as if he was in a trance.
Me who thought that he was so shocked that my hair wasn't tied up in a bun puts my hands on my hips, puffing up my chest proudly with a smug-eating-grin thinking that I was finally victorious for once.
Oh boy was I dead wrong.
"Don't hit me." He said and swiftly wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me against his upper body; cupping my face with his other hand. "What are you-!" I opened my mouth to demand what he was doing, but was quickly silenced when he smashed his lips against mine; massaging it in a slow rhythmically way.
I stood rigidly and blinked a few times, trying to process that Mark was kissing me. When my senses came back I tried to push myself away from him, but he kept my head steady with his hand.
Stunned my mind was rendered useless. He took this as the chance to let his hands travel down grapping a hand full of ass-cheeks, squeezing in it as he lets out a guttural growl.
I gasped surprised and without missing a beat he plunged his tongue inside deepening the kiss even further, exploring every inch of it as if someone starved him for days. I moaned feeling my mouth numbing as I was still trying to detach myself from his irresistible lips.
'Why is he such a good kisser!?' Something about his kiss was so mind numbing and unforgettable giving me a hard time stopping myself from kissing him back and running my fingers through his hair.
His hand cupping one of my breast shattered the spell that he had put on me. Bringing back my knee I full powered swung my knee up the place where the sun doesn't shine.
He keeled over clasping his jewels; letting out some profanities vocabulary between his painful groans and grunts. He looked up at me his face ,contoured in excruciation pain, turned red as if he lacked oxygen, his veins popping out on his neck.
"I said no fucking hitting." He growled pissed, but something in me tells me that he was pissed from our lips being disconnected.
