Chapter 6 He looks like a GOD!

Lily POV

I shouldn’t like this. I should be pulling away and slapping the man who’s invaded my shower, but I don’t. The feel of his skin against mine sends tingles flying across my flesh and a pulse of electricity to my increasingly wet core.

The whisper of his lips against my neck has me clenching my thighs as my core begins to pulse with a need I’ve never felt before. He smells like the forest and bourbon. I need to get a hold of myself, I’m a virgin. And there is no way in hell that I’m giving in to this asshole.

He moves his hand downwards, towards my pussy, and heaven help me, I’m starting to part my legs just as I hear Maisie’s panicked shout downstairs.

“Lil, LILY!! Lily are you up there? Are you okay?” I need to stop her coming in here.

“I’m fine Maisie…I’m just…helping him…clean up…can you boil the kettle please? Maybe put some food on? I’m starving…” A low, deep chuckle sounds behind me as his fingers brush against my folds. “Oh, you’re starving alright…”

It takes everything I have to push away his hand and turn off the water faucet. “This isn’t going to happen…I…please let me out…” I’m still facing the wall, but I feel it as he takes a step back from me and moves to the side. I’m instantly cold. I shimmy past him, keeping my back in his direction, as I try to grab a towel from the stand beside the shower. Just as my fingers brush against the cool fabric of the towel, he grabs my wrist and spins me to face him before I can fully escape.

He slowly looks me up and down and his eyes cloud over as he bites his lower lip. I try not to let lust take over but I can’t help checking him out. He looks like a god. Water drips down his defined chest and abs to a perfect v-line…his shoulders are broad leading to perfectly sculpted arms, clearly from hours of working out, but it’s the weapon that stands erect, between thighs that could crush a skull without effort, that has my heart racing and my mouth going dry.  His erect penis is at least ten inches long and I highly doubt I could close my hand around his girth…

He moves towards me, backing me against the wall behind me and whispers against my ear, “I’m going to clean up now little weakling, but this, is far from done…”, then runs his hand along my jaw, kisses the pulse point on my neck and moves away.

I scramble from the shower, grabbing a towel and sprinting into my mothers childhood bedroom to dress in some of her spare clothes, ones she left the last time we stayed here, before she was ripped away so suddenly.

As soon as I’m decent, I make my way to the kitchen to find Maisie cooking bacon and pouring coffee. “What the hell was happening up there?” She glares as she turns my way.

“Nothing. He just needed help with cleaning up, he’s wounded. That’s all.”

“So, has he told you his side of the story? Where his friends went? Is he leaving now?”

“No! Maisie! He’s injured. He can’t leave until he heals…we can’t just kick the guy out; he could be killed out there.”

“Fine but he can’t stay here long, Mark and his buddies were out in the woods all day, searching for him and I can’t stay here tonight if we don’t want them to be suspicious, will you be okay here alone? With him?”

“It’ll just be a few days. Just don’t tell anyone he’s out here. I’ll be fine.”

Just as we’re debating what to do next, the man in question walks into the room, in nothing but a towel. Maisie’s eyes bulge as her mouth gapes open.

He smirks; he clearly loves the attention. I roll my eyes and turn to the cupboard for plates as he sits at the table.

“Eh ehm…so are you going to tell us what happened to you? Or are we just meant to guess?” Maisie’s tone is snarky and cold.

“Nope. I didn’t ask for your help, no reason for me to tell you anything.” Unbelievable but not unexpected.

“Whatever, I’m leaving. Just don’t get her caught up in your shit. Best you leave. Soon.” He raises an eyebrow at Maisie then says, “I plan too, but seeing as you overcharged me the other night by ten grand, I figured this service was included.”

She flips him the bird as she walks out, “I’ll be back tomorrow, Lil, but if he tries anything, you know what to do.” We both know she’s talking about Grandpa’s old gun, hidden in the pantry. I smile gratefully at her as she leaves.

The second her car pulls away, he’s on me. He stalks towards me and corners me against the sink.

“So, little weakling, I think it’s time you explained to me what exactly you were doing in those woods…or will I have to force you to tell me…”

“Ffff…force me?”

I look up to see terrifying, angry eyes staring back at me… And they don’t look human anymore…