Free Web NovelChapter 42: Fuck
Carmen’s POV
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, my hands trembling as I tried to pull the single straps of my gown back up over my arms. How had things gotten this far? I should have stopped it the moment it started, but Nico’s hands... they felt like fire tracing over my skin, igniting something I’d never felt before. Something that made me question why I’d ever let anyone else touch me in the way he did.
I fought to look away, but my gaze kept drifting to him. His eyes were dark, intense, locked on me in a way that made me forget everything else. My pulse thundered in my ears, and for a moment, I felt dizzy, unsure if it was desire or fear—or maybe both—that was knocking me off balance.
It wasn’t until his fingers slipped between my legs that the reality of the situation hit me like a physical blow. My breath caught. I tried to move past him, to regain some semblance of control, only to feel him stretch his hands against the shower walls on either side of me. He was everywhere, leaving no space for me to escape. My gaze shot up, and I met his. His expression... it was harder than I could have imagined. A raw, unyielding hunger that made my stomach twist in anticipation and dread at the same time.
I looked down quickly, not surprised to see the obvious evidence of his desire pressing against his trousers. My throat felt tight. "We kissed and we’re done," I said, my voice higher than I intended, trying to assert control.
He scoffed—a low, guttural sound that seemed to come from deep within his chest. "Done?" he echoed, his voice hoarse, trembling with the same barely restrained heat I felt in my own veins. "We’ve barely gotten started."
I cleared my throat, trying to regain composure, even though every nerve in my body screamed in response to his proximity. The memory of our lips pressing together still lingered, leaving a phantom warmth that refused to fade. "The deal was to kiss, Nico. You... did more than that," I said, emphasizing the words in a feeble attempt to remind him—and myself—where the boundaries were.
He stepped closer, and I stiffened, glaring at him as a warning. My chest rose and fell quickly, not just from the tension but from the fact that he filled up more than half the small shower space. The water had already stopped, leaving only the faint scent of soap and steam curling around us. He didn’t move to turn it back on.
"I touched you, my bad," he said, his tone casual but loaded, almost teasingly. "According to the contract, I can kiss you there." His words hit me with an odd mix of irritation and disbelief. Technically, he was right—the contract hadn’t explicitly forbidden it—but that didn’t make the act any less overwhelming.
I glared at him harder, my chest heaving, trying to reclaim the dignity I felt slipping away with every glance he threw my way. The desire in his eyes wasn’t subtle; it radiated off him in waves, and I could feel the tension in his muscles as he restrained himself. He wanted me. I could feel it. Every inch of him coiled with the intention to claim me, and I had to fight against the magnetic pull toward him.
He had kissed my breasts—recklessly, deliberately—and I hadn’t been able to stop myself from moaning. The sound echoed softly against the tiles, a reminder of just how far this had gone. A part of me wanted to pull my gown back down and have him continue but I knew better than to listen. freewebnøvel.com
And judging by the rigid set of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders, he was holding himself back with considerable effort.
I opened my mouth to speak, to try and articulate the mix of emotions roiling inside me, but he cut me off. His voice dropped to a lower register, smooth but warning, the same tone he used when giving someone a strict order.
"If you say something about not being attracted to me, we’ll have a problem," he said.
I froze, swallowing the tightness in my throat. His gaze was locked on mine, dark and unrelenting, as he leaned slightly closer. I could see every detail of his expression: the way his lips parted just enough to speak, the tension in his jaw, the faint sheen of water on his skin making every contour of his muscles more pronounced. ƒrēewebnovel.com
I tilted my head to the side, tilting my chin up slightly to meet his gaze fully, refusing to let him see my hesitation. Steam curled around us, swirling like a veil between desire and restraint. The tension was nearly unbearable, the air thick enough to taste.
"If you want us to stop here," he continued, his voice softening slightly but still dangerous in its quiet command, "I’ll allow it."
The words should have relieved me, but they didn’t. Instead, my chest tightened further as I realized just how much power he held in that moment. I could stop him—or let him continue—but the truth was, I didn’t know if I had the strength to choose correctly. My pulse pounded in my ears, my fingers curling into the wet fabric of my gown, and I felt the heat of the flush rising across my cheeks.
He was still breathing heavily, his gaze flicking down to my breasts and back up to my eyes in a way that left no doubt about what he truly wanted. Every inch of him screamed desire, but there was restraint there too, a careful balancing act between what he could do and what he would allow me to decide.
I took a long, shaky breath, forcing myself to slow my racing heart. I needed to make a choice, and I needed it to be my own. I straightened, pressing my back against the cold bathroom tiles as I swallowed hard, feeling the tightness in my throat stretch and contract.
"I’ll... like us to stop here," I finally managed to say, my voice firm even as my body trembled. The words felt foreign yet empowering as they left my lips.
His eyes softened slightly, but the intensity didn’t fade. He nodded once then pulled back.
