𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

chapter 18

EIGHTEEN:
a truth be told
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"Blaze knew that she was special—he knew that she was the one for him and that she was a part of his family now... the only problem was that his pride stopped him from telling her..."

blaze

The second he woke up, Blaze checked the side of his bed. Was he disappointed when he realized that Ellie was taking a shower instead of being found fast asleep next to him? A little bit, yeah. He would have loved to have some nice morning sex before sharing a shower, but lying alone in bed was nice, too.

Deciding that he was tired of lying alone, he quietly got out of bed and went straight for the washroom. He was already nude so it only made it quicker for him as he entered the room, quietly closing the double-doors behind him before walking towards the giant glass shower.

Ellie stood under the shower head, her head lazily tilted up as she allowed the water to cascade down her face and body. He licked his lips as his eyes descended, taking another step towards the shower, then opened the silent door. Once he was in the shower, he slid the door closed and took in the various love marks he left over her neck, which was only a sneak peek of what he had done to her chest and the single trail going down her stomach.

He got a bit carried away.

Then, his eyes moved to the bruises on her hips, a frown curling onto his lips. Without thinking, he walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Ellie jumped, but quickly relaxed when Blaze kissed the back of her head.

"Good morning," he mumbled to her, watching as she turned around and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Mm," she hummed, getting on her toes for a kiss. Blaze was quick to lean down, pressing their lips together briefly. "Good morning, daddy."

Fuck, he thought to himself, ignoring the blood that was already flowing to his member.

"How're you feeling?" He asked, cupping her behind in his hands.

"Sore," she replied with a shy smile. "I feel like my insides have been rearranged."

Blaze smirked smugly. "Well, that's what happens when a virgin wants a Mafia don to fuck her and to be rough. Not the best first-sex story, huh?"

Ellie smiled up at him, resting her chin on his chest. "I'm not complaining with what I got."

He chuckled softly, kissing her forehead before grabbing the loofa from behind her. While Ellie borrowed Blaze's shampoo on her hair, he began to scrub her body, trying his best not to get carried away once he got to the intimate areas.

"Does it hurt?" He mumbled, referring to the bruises. He also noticed the lighter ones on her thighs, but Ellie seemed to be alright.

"No," she assured him, smiling.

He breathed out slowly, one of his hands going to her waist and beginning to scrub.

"Blaze," Ellie scolded with a small smile, pushing his hand away when it cupped her small breast, pinching her nipple. "Later."

"You're going to be teaching Dimitri later," he argued, kissing down her throat, "so it would be better to get it over with now."