The shower steams gently as I slip out of my robe. It’s been a long and challenging few days, first making sure that Tony didn’t die and then forcing him to go through withdrawals. I’ve probably had only a handful of hours of sleep in the last three days.

Now that he’s through the worst of it, I finally feel like I can relax. Or at least breathe. I’m dying of exhaustion, but I need a shower so damn badly. Between the two, I choose to shower first, sure that I will get a better nap if I’m clean when I get between the sheets.

Dragging myself into the shower, I sigh as the hot water rains down on my tired bones. I start to soap myself and wash my hair, almost on autopilot.

There are things I’m not processing, very important things. About Monster. About Tony. I put my head down and ignored those things as I cleaned up Tony’s puke and tried to give him water.

But now he’s mostly detoxed and resting with a reasonable degree of comfort. And the voice in my head, the low, but insistent one that says that I’ll have to deal with those things?

It’s not so low now, and every bit as insistent.

I get out of the shower, wrapping myself in two fluffy towels. When I enter my room, stumbling a bit, I’m a little surprised to see Monster waiting for me on my bed. He’s been absent the whole time Tony has been detoxing.

How convenient for him, that I have been here to deal with the aftermath of the drugs he gave my brother.

Dressed like he’s just come from a business meeting, he eyes me. “You look terrible.”

I pull a face. Walking around the bed, I pull open the closet, hunting for something comfortable to wear. “I’ve been pretty busy getting my brother off of heroin if you hadn’t noticed. Too busy for any real sleep.”

Monster looks down his nose at me. “Hmmm.”

Yanking a tee shirt down over my head, I glare at him. “Don’t.”

His eyebrows lift. “Don’t what?”

Pulling the towel off my body, I fling it aside, my anger simmering. “Just don’t. Don’t sit there and act like you didn’t feed Tony heroin. You know that my mother died of complications from that, right? We talked about how she probably died when I was there, did we not?”

Monster purses his lips. “I didn’t shoot him up if that’s what you’re saying.”

The anger erupts. “That’s not what I said, and you know it! And don’t think for a second, that my brother forgot to mention that my family is missing. It just so happens, apparently, that there are whispers that you killed them! So, in the midst of dealing with him puking and shitting and shivering, I also had that to marinate on.”

His gaze narrows. “So? So what if I had killed your father and your brothers? That shouldn’t matter to you, of all people.”

Disgusted, I shake my head. “It does matter, though. It matters a lot.”

He rises, coming over to me. I glare at him, hateful beyond words.

“You can honestly say that you’re angrier than anything else? I don’t think so. You feel angry at me, but also at them. And at yourself, though it isn’t deserved.” He reaches out to me, but I pull away, still furious. “Add that to the million other things I have no doubt are plaguing your mind, and I think you’ll find that I’m only a sliver of your problems.”

I punch him on the arm, as hard as I can. It’s instantaneous and as simple as natural as drawing my next breath. He doesn’t seem to mind too much, blinking in surprise. Caught up in the moment, I start pounding my fists against his chest.

“Fuck you!” I yell, belligerent. “You don’t tell me what my problems are! You’re the cause of most of my problems!”

He frowns. “No, I’m not.”

My eyes fill with tears. “Yes, you are!!”

Monster grabs both of my wrists, though I continue to struggle. “No, I’m not. You were born into the wrong family. They’re the source of your struggles in life, not me. I may not be helping—”

“You— you are so fucking—” I try to cut in.

He gives me a shake. “That’s enough. I may not be helping, but I’m not doping any harm, either.”

“You took my virginity! You… you abducted me! The fact that I’m here right now, is only because you wanted it this way!!”

That gives him pause. “Can you really say that you’re not attracted to me? That even now, when you’re mad at me, you’re not a little bit turned on?”

I tense. “I am not.”

“No?” he says, smirking. He turns me toward the bed, still holding my wrists. I gasp as he walks me over to the bed and pushes me face down. “I think you’re lying.”

“Fuck you,” I say, closing my eyes as he rucks up my dress around my hips. “You’re a bastard, you know that?”

He pushes my knees apart, running a hand up my inner thigh. “And yet, you want me.”

I turn my face away. He may be right about that, but I don’t have to give him the satisfaction of seeing it on my face. Monster’s clever fingers brush over my pussy lips. I bite my lip, repressing a moan.

He slips one thick finger into my pussy, penetrating me. And it’s easy enough, made effortless by my arousal. He leans closer to my ear. “Tell me again how you hate me. Tell me how you don’t want me to fuck you, princess. I love it when you lie.”

I groan as a second finger joins the first, I can’t help it. He withdraws, then uses those two slick fingers to circle my clit.

“This is making me hard,” he says. “Make more noises for me, Fiore. No matter what you say, your body tells me what you want me to do.”

He moves closer, and his cock presses against my leg through his pants. God, even that has me salivating a little bit, anticipating feeling his cock inside my pussy. Burying my face against the comforter, I bite my lip, trying to keep quiet.

When he uses a finger of his free hand to explore further back, finding my tight balloon-knot, I tense up. He doesn’t stop though. He probes my ass, taking his time to work his finger inside.

It’s so taboo, letting him touch me like this. My tight bud has so many nerve endings, even him fingering it feels incredible. And god help me, I can’t help but love every second of it.

Monster chuckles. “Your body is begging me to fuck you, Fiore. You know that? And I’m going to. I think I need some help, though.”

I can only whimper. He withdraws suddenly. I look behind myself, slightly puzzled, as he leaves the room. He’s back in a few seconds though, holding a familiar black box and unbuttoning his shirt.

“You recognize this?” he asks, tossing the box on the bed. It’s the box with the gold vibrating egg and the butt plug.

He unzips his pants and strips, quickly revealing his utterly heart-stopping body. My eyes widen as I look him up and down, especially his long, proud cock. He catches my look and smirks.

“You like when I tell you what I’m going to do to you, right?” He climbs on the bed, his naked flesh touching my legs. Grabbing the black box, he opens it. “I’m going to shove this butt plug up your ass. Then I’m going to fuck you and make you hold the vibrator against your clit while I am ramming my cock in and out of your pussy. And I expect you to come, screaming my name.”

A chill skitters up my spine at his words. I don’t respond, and he doesn’t expect me to. Monster grabs my hips and raises them. “On your knees.”

I move, shaking, ashamed of how eager I am for this. He’s already busy bringing the butt plug to my pussy, pushing it against my entrance to gather my own juices on the tip. Then he trails it back to my ass, pushing it against my tight rosebud.

I groan as he pushes it in, filling my ass all the way to the flared base. It’s so deliciously naughty, the sensation of being filled, being stretched. I can’t wait until he sinks his cock into my wet, hungry pussy.

Then he moves around for a moment, turning on the vibrating egg. He slips it between my legs, and I gasp as soon as it touches my clit.

“Hold it here,” he commands. “Bring your hand up here.”

I put my hand down between my legs, and Monster places the egg in my fingertips. I push the egg against my clit, moaning lightly.

He settles against me, pushing his cock against the entrance of my pussy. From the very first second, I feel the sensation of being stretched out, of being fuller than it even seems possible to be.

He thrusts in further, a low animal noise escaping him. “Goddamn. Do you know how tight your little pussy is, princess?”

I make a strangled sound, working over my clit in little circles with the vibrator. He thrusts wildly, gripping my hips, not holding anything back. Ripples of pleasure spread out over my whole body.

“I fucking love this,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “I love how your perfect pink pussy milks my cock. I love fucking you from behind and watching your little pink lips grip me.”

His words only drive me higher, threaten to send me further over the edge. Usually, it takes me a few minutes longer to reach the peak, but I come suddenly, unexpectedly, crashing down around him. My pussy clenches around his cock, and he lets loose a bellow. I can feel him coming, feel his heated seed filling my pussy, feel his paroxysms as he grips my hips so hard that I’m sure to bruise.

He slumps over me for a long moment, his arms holding his body up to keep him from crushing me with his entire mass. I just let myself crumple onto the mattress, boneless. When he does finally move, cursing quietly, he kneels on the bed.

“Fuck,” Monster says, shaking his head. “That was intense.”

Not thinking, I quip, “Everything with you is intense.”

I turn my head to look at him and find him staring at me.

“Goddamn right.” He slaps my ass, then pulls the butt plug out of me. “Leave this in the bathroom sink. One of the maids will clean it up.”

Then he swaggers out of my room, vanishing from sight.