[Brielle's POV]
L's fingers trail along my skin, tracing each and every curve while steaming hot water falls around us. He's being so gentle that it is almost impossible to believe that this man was actually a killer.
“Are you afraid?” He murmurs as I shiver. “Even after everything we've done?”
Was I afraid? No. I wasn't afraid of actually having my virginity taken by this man. Instead, I was afraid of how okay I was becoming with what happened earlier and would most certainly happen again. Did that mean that I actually had no conscience?
No. That was wrong. That man deserved to die. He supported a killer.
“No,” I respond, wriggling around so I can stare into L's eyes. “I'm not afraid.”
“That's good to hear,” he sighs, running his hands along my hips so they can come to rest on my as
