4. No More Grunge

My stomach clenched and a shot of warmth speared down to my feminine core when I turned my head to stare at him, dumbfounded. One of his green eyes winked at me as a corner of his mouth lifted. Was he just jesting to lighten the sudden sexual mood that I inflicted on us? Or was he serious?

"How long has it been since you were intimate with another?" he asked gently, turning his eyes straight ahead as he asked such an personal question.

Reaching the top of the stairs, I too turned away and felt all the happy feeling drain away. Watching silently as he turned left from the stairs he walked straight to an open doorway, leading into what looked to be his bedroom. Deciding to ignore his question because quite honestly I wasn't ready to tell him that I had been a twenty five year old virgin until a few hours ago. Do you tell someone you just meet that you had been violently raped shortly before you turned up in his kitchen unannounced?

Glancing around his rather spacious room, I took note of the crimson bedsheets that lay tossled across his enormous four poster bed. He had been dreaming there before I had intruded on his rest. I wouldn't have pictured him in a room filled with different shades of red. Dark red walls, lamps, carpets a deep enough red that it was almost black. I would have thought he would have chosen greens to match his eyes. It made me wonder if he would like the color of my hair once I got cleaned up.

His entire room smelled like him, sandalwood and fresh earthy smell like just after a good rain.

"You don't have to answer," he murmured in a soft tone, "I can smell them on you."

I paled and my thighs instantly clenched together. Tears pricked at the back of my eyes and I fought not to struggle in his gentle hold as he crossed the room towards the bathroom that was to the left in his room. The second he crossed the threshold was a different matter. Pushing against his chest, I wiggled my body and kicked my legs till he carefully lowered me. His surprised voice falling on deaf ears.

A long black marble counter with two sinks laid against the left wall with a full length mirror placed above it. Refusing to look at my image in the reflective glass, I quickly walked past straight towards where a huge tub and glass paneled shower area was, ignoring his bewildered questions. Grasping the smooth metal handle on the outside of the glass door, I swung it open and stepped inside. Two silver handles were on the right of the white tiled wall and they were swiftly turned to spout freezing cold water down the length of me. I began to scrub the grunge from body with my hands, shivering but not caring.

"Geez, Red. Give it a minute to warm up. There's no rush," the alpha murmured, his hands trying to reach in to pull me out from the frigid water that was raining down on me.

"No!" the small protest was shouted, panic lining the word as tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

His hands froze for a heartbeat before they retreated. I noted from the corner of my eye that he had stepped back and walked back towards the sinks. Regret had my heart sinking, but I ignored it as I raised my hands and closed my eyes to scrub at the mud that was caked in my hair.

The water had finally warmed enough that I wasn't shaking from the cold. I knew the moment he came back because the air around me went up a notch, the heat from his body swirling over me. I jumped when his hands touched mine, my hands having stilled at his closeness. Blinded from muddy water still cascading down my face, I let him pull my hands down towards my sides, though I was anxious about not knowing what he was doing behind me.

"Let me," he rumbled close to my ear, his hands releasing mine before tenderly touching the sides of my head.

Tilting my head back, I let him run his fingers through my hair and nearly moaned at the feeling. I simply stood there, letting this stranger do such an intimate thing for me. I hadn't noticed that the anxiety and tears that had threatened to consume me had been pulled back, not until his hands left my hair to run over my shoulders.

Tensing, I quickly raised my hands to wash whatever might have been on my hands off and swiped them over my face in quick movements. Blinking my eyes open just as his palms reached the middle of my back, I turned and stepped away, embarrassment finally setting in.

Raising my eyes, the first thing they encountered was his penis. My face went instantly hot. Forcing my eyes to dart up to his face, I couldn't get the image of his slightly limp log of muscle he possessed to clear from my sight. Jesus he was big. Longer then my hand and he wasn't fully hard. Wouldn't it hurt to have that thing rammed in me?

Green eyes met mine, their calmness opposite from my wide anxious ones. With the water hitting low on his stomach, grazing the top of my head, he simply looked at me. His eyes roaming over my face like he was trying to memorize my features. Growing nervous, I almost looked down before I remembered he was naked and his penis loomed below.

"Your lovers were fools."

"A lover asks permission," I murmured coldly, though inside I was anything but.

Frowning, he inhaled deeply and I watched the moment he understood what I didn't say aloud. Too cowardly to say aloud to anyone but myself.

"They raped you." It came out a statement.

Hearing the words come from his mouth made my heart plummet. Did he think I was dirtier now? Besides the mud and grit, was I now tainted in his eyes because I had two men rape me before I killed them all?

Stepping into the spray of water, I wasn't ready when he wrapped his arms around me. Tensing when my breasts came in contact with his hard but soft lower chest, my nipples pressing just below his pecks, I tried to decide if I wanted to push him away or hug him tighter. I shuddered when one large hand crept up to cup the back of my neck while the other crossed my shoulder blades and pulled me tighter against him.

"Where can I find them? They don't deserve to remain breathing. I'll happily chop their dicks off and shove them down their fucking throats," his arms and stomach tensed against me, "you deserve to be worshipped."

Resting my cheek against his shoulder, I felt a small smile curve my lips. He was like a furry dark Knight seeking vengeance for my lost innocence.

"The moment they let their guard down, I killed them." I wondered how he would take my admittance to murder.

Grunting softy, he huffed out a breath. "That's my girl."