Dirty
1055 Words
The sun was starting to set when I stirred awake. My body felt a little better now, but still sore, my chest heaving lightly as I turned around. The drapes were wide open, the lights dim, and the ambience calm.
I turned, and Florian was standing by the dresser, his back to me. I don't think he knew I was awake, his phone to his ear.
He was gently tapping on the dresser, his head slowly moving to some sort of rhythm that only he could hear.
"F..." I started to say but stopped as he spoke into the phone.
"Get me the whereabouts once he is out, then. I would like to personally pay him a visit."
My brows furrowed, and I let out a small groan, and I tried to push myself to sit up. He turned, his eyes taking me in before he quickly dropped the phone and covered the distance.
"Hey. What are you doing?"
I met his eyes, then swallowed. "Florian."
"Mhm?"
I bit down on my lips, then turned around. He had covered all of the wounds I had incurred, and even the sting on my face felt a little better now.
"Thank you."
He sighed, gently rubbing up my arm. "Stop. Stop thanking me."
I let out a shaky breath. "I... I should. You are a stranger. You shouldn't care about me. If anything, my brother should be the one doing this, but... he was the one who..." my voice cracked, my head spinning as flashes of memory hit my mind, and it felt like I was reliving the dreadful moment all over again.
"A stranger?" He asked, his voice low as he let his hand gently rub my shoulder.
"No, I meant..."
"It doesn't matter, sweetheart. I was waiting so I could run a bath for you."
He slowly stood up and promptly walked away towards the bathroom. I turned towards the window, my eyes filled with tears. I hated Damien and Ronan, and to be honest, the last thing I wanted for any of them right now was good things.
I wanted them to suffer for having the bone in them to do this to me. I closed my eyes. What would I have done had Florian been a minute late? A second late? What if that bastard was able to force himself on me and...
"I can feel you worrying," Floriaan suddenly said, and before I could open my eyes, he had already wrapped his hand around my head. "Your stress directly affects me, sweetheart. You don't need to talk to me about what happened if you don't think you are ready for it. But tell me how I can relieve you. Make you stop wondering what could have happened if I was late."
I swallowed, my bandaged hands wrapping around his back, my teeth slightly gritting.
"Can you make him suffer?"
Florian ran a finger through my hair. "How much?"
My anger raged through me, and my nails dug into his shirt. "So much. So much more than he can take."
He continued stroking my hair and back, his lips gently placing small kisses on my neck. "And Damien?"
I closed my eyes. "I want him to suffer too. I want to sit in that bath and watch him suffer. I want to jubilate in his pain. I want him to know he will never be able to get to me. I will never ever be that naive."
Florian sighed against my skin. "Would these help you, Rox?"
I turned to him, a single tear running down my cheeks. "Maybe. I just feel so violated, Florian. I feel dirty. I feel pain! He already cheated. Why would he go this far? Ronan already helped him. How could he still help him do this to me?"
Florian watched me attentively, his hand slowly running down my hair, his eyes tender. He said nothing for the longest moment before he slowly stood up and brought a robe to me.
"Let me help you get in that bath."
I sighed, then slowly nodded, my heart breaking a little bit more. Now I wondered if Florian would think I am dirty, too. He had seen another man put his hands on me, and I wonder what he thought could have happened before he finally arrived. What if he sees me like one of those girls from the club? What if...
"Can I help you?" He asked, leaning to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. His hands were on my shoulders, a towel, and a robe resting on my side.
I nodded slowly, and he gently kissed my cheek. Before slowly reaching for the edge of the shirt I was still wearing. I was supposed to be in the office, but my stupidity...
His fingers toyed with the edge of my shirt before he slowly pulled it upwards and gently got me out of it. My eyes met his as he got the shirt off, my hair falling down to my mostly bare back.
The only thing shielding me was the thin strip of underwear covering my chest, and he slowly leaned, his head nuzzled into my neck, his fibbers working the clasp smoothly.
It came off, and he pulled down the straps from my hands, leaving me completely shirtless.
He stayed with his face buried in my neck as he got rid of the underwear, then started to manoeuvre for the robe.
"Don't you want to look at me?"
He sighed. "I needed to make sure you would be fine with me looking at you."
He still didn't move from my neck, and I let out a sigh. "I need you to look at me. I need to know I am not dirty. I need to know..."
His fingers gently came to cup the nape of my neck, caressing slowly and igniting warm fires all over my skin.
"You are still the most beautiful woman I have ever met, Roxanne," he whispered into my neck, his fingers now running down my spine, his lips moving against my neck.
"Florian..."
"They tried to soil you because the dirt lives within them. You are not to be soiled, Rox. No matter what they do. You are going to remain this woman. This woman who drives me absolutely crazy."
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