His Dark Obsession

A Massage

EVANGELINE.

I don’t know how long I stared at him, but when his eyes simmered red, I knew I couldn’t test him

any further and slowly inched closer to the bathtub. Now more than ever wishing there was some bubble bath available. What if I saw his monster?

Then I needed to keep my eyes closed!

I inched nearer and kneeled behind his head on the floor, thinking this was perfect! He couldn’t even see me from here. But it was only a few moments later that I realised I couldn’t reach properly from here, and I slowly got up again.

Should I sit on the edge of the tub?

No never!

“I don’t have all day, Little Mouse,” He snarled, making me flinch, my hands instantly going to his shoulders.

“S-sorry!”

Pouting I began massaging his shoulders, unsure if I was doing this correctly, but when a low groan left his lips, I got my answer. My heart thundered, I guess I was doing it correctly.

Goddess… how long did I have to do this?

He tilted his head back, and I moved away just before his head almost touched my breasts. Suddenly he reached up grabbing the back of my head making me squeak in fear as he yanked me closer, “I didn’t say you could move.”

“Y-yes.” I whispered, trying not to tremble as I massaged his shoulders. To my utter dismay, I could see he was hard, and he didn’t seem to care that I could see. Did he have no shame? That scary thing… I shuddered inwardly.

neck, my stomach fluttered when his fingers ran down my arm, making my entire body tingle. “Don’t stop.” His voice came,

continued, my eyes fixed on his

“I hate that title.”

do

foound myself observing the beauty of the deadly man before me. If we forgot about how unhinged he was, you could see he was perfection, from his smooth brown skin to the firmness of his

features too, those lips looked soft, his nose firm and strong, and behind those thick

man from my nightmares… Why was

and I was good at it. Seeing his eyes

wish I remembered more than being stabbed to death. I shivered at the pain I always felt in my nightmares; it

I pressed my thumb into a certain area, rubbing in circles to ease the tension in him. I looked down, gazing into those gold-green eyes

of gold and green blending into

were

jerked back, my heart thumping as I realised the prince was

was enjoying that massage, but your constant squealing

Pig?

I turned pink at times but it did not mean I was a pig! If I was a

as he glared at me. Oh, I could never share my thoughts! I didn’t dare give him the chance to warn

as I hesitantly reached for the bottle of body wash, squirting a bit of it onto the sponge. “C-could

making it easier to reach him and began sponging

scrub… I hummed

Soon he will

arm, and I added more body wash to the sponge before I began working on his arms. His eyes were on my breasts now, and I realised that the faster I was scrubbing, the more they were moving. I slowed down, trying not to move so much, yet I wanted this over and done with fast! His eyes kept flickering from red to gold-green and when I finished wiping down his neck and was about to move back, he grabbed hold of

grabbed onto his arm and the edge of the bathtub, my heart pounding as a huge wave of water

wrapped around me,