Chapter Eight
Rian
Little Miss Independent decided she didn’t want my help showering—but I wasn’t having it. I climbed into the huge shower after her anyway, ignoring her pursed lips and furrowed brow.
“You’re going to let me care for you,” I told her, grabbing the shower gel. “And you’re going to like it.”
Luna huffed but relented, and I took my good old time washing her from head to toes, the sadist in me needing to rub her red a*s harder than necessary.
“Bastard,” she muttered, but I turned her back into the water, tilting her chin enough the spray soaked her hair.
“And you’re a Painslut,” I countered. “No use in denying it,” I cut her off as her mouth opened. “I offer pain, and your little p***y weeps for more.”
Another huff escaped her nose—but she didn’t argue.
Grinning, I wa
