"Lean back against the tiles," Mara ordered. Her voice was low and steady, every trace of the tremble he'd drawn from her earlier was now gone.
Nico's jaw flexed.
He didn't argue.
The thick cords of muscle in his neck stood out as he stepped back, broad shoulder blades slapping against the wet glass. Scalding water pounded down on both of them, turning the air thick with steam.
Mara sank slowly to her knees on the shower floor without breaking eye contact.
The hot spray stung her shoulders and back, but she barely felt it. Her entire focus narrowed to the heavy, thickening length of his cock bobbing in front of her face… already hard, flushed dark, veins standing out sharply.
She wrapped both hands around the thick base, feeling it pulse against her palms.
Looking up through the curtain of water and steam, she met his gaze. Nico looked dangerous… lethal, like a predator backed into a corner for the first time in his life.
And right now, he was completely at her mercy.
