Chapter 19 Mila My breathing slowed, and I relaxed on the blanket next to Convict. He had his lips parted and his eyes closed, his wrists still chained to the bedframe. I'd cleaned us up with his t-shirt, almost surprised at how I didn't instantly want to leave. "Do you want me to untie you?" "Up to you. You're safer this way. Now I know what an orgasm feels like, I'm going to be all over you." A shiver ran through me at the promise, but I pursed my lips. "You are overegging the amnesia thing." He grinned. "Probably. Or maybe I just don't want the old memories. The newer ones are better." With freedom to stare at him, I took my time examining every feature. He was so pretty. Now he'd relaxed, he was back to the boy-next-door sweetness I'd first seen in him. My focus held on the white bandage that covered him from wrist to elbow. "Is the damage to your arm from the same accident that hurt your head?" His eyes opened, and he followed my gaze, then lifted his chin in agreement. "I was undercover. The building caught on fire, and I was in the cellar. I barely got out with my life. Everyone here thought I was dead." I swallowed and lightly touched my fingers to his temple where his fresh scar cut into his hair. Convict nuzzled into my touch. "If you want, you can take the bandage off my arm. I don't need it anymore." I peeled back the tape, slowly exposing the skin underneath as the bandage came away. His skin was healed but scarred far worse than the dent on his head, though it was hard to see with his arm still restrained. Convict watched the wall. "I'm guessing my ink is fucked?" "You haven't looked at it?" "Can't bring myself to." Climbing off the bed, I found the key, then knelt over him to unlock his handcuffs. Instantly, he held my waist then rolled us so he was looming over me, my legs wide around him. His gaze searched mine. "Make me." Make him look? I guided his arm to my chest, laying it across my body over the grey shirt. His gaze flicked down. This was a strange trust exercise. There was something so vulnerable in his eyes, as if he was afraid of what he might see. His tone returned tighter, reflecting the turmoil in his expression. "Like I suspected. It's fucked. The mashed-up tattoo is meant to be a skull with a bandanna." I traced my fingertips up his arm like I had the right, though I kept my gaze on his. "To represent the skeleton crew." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "It was. Now it's a freak show. Hopefully not an indication of what happens when Arran returns." I held my hand over the scarred flesh. "It isn't that bad." "For real?" "Considering you could've died, a few battle scars are a good trade-off." A small part of his tension lifted. He'd been worried about this. About how it appeared to others. It gave me another clue as to what made up this man. "Do you remember much about the fire?" "Next to nothing. And hardly anything about myself from before that. Other people, I'm better with." I drew my eyebrows together. "You said earlier that you weren't sure where you lived." "The hospital had one address for me. My payslip has another. I don't have any keys, so I'm not sure how I can test out which is right." "What about your possessions? Your clothes and furniture?" "No idea if I have any, though I don't need much. All I know for certain is that I was in hospital for weeks before my crew found me, then two days after coming out, I met you." My heart hurt for him. But the sadness didn't stay long in his expression, as Convict grinned. "At least I know my dick works. The final part of me finally woke from that coma and came out swinging." He pressed our bodies together, hard again. I took a breath that was part fear and a bigger part turned on. Out of his chains, he could do anything to me. I almost wanted him to. But he jumped up, then searched for his shorts and pulled them on. "We smell like sin. Come shower with me and wash away the evidence." We snuck from his room with the bundles of clothes he'd brought up with the food, and trotted down the hall to a shower block. Convict locked the door and set the water going in the stall so steam rose. A shelf held fluffy towels, and I picked one up and held it to my chest. "You can go first." "Together, little gangster. That's our life now." I darted an anxious glance at him. "I haven't agreed yet." He watched me for a moment then stripped his shorts and padded over, confidently naked and half hard. Taking my lapels, he undid the first button of my shirt. His voice came out low. "Then until you do, I won't fuck you. No matter how hard you beg." His fingers kept going down the line of buttons until the shirt hung open. Then he backed away to the water and stepped under the spray. I remained glued to the spot, nothing like the little gangster he'd nicknamed me. The shower soaked Convict's hair to an even darker black, flattening it to his head. Rivulets ran down his chest and drew lines down his long legs. His dick bobbed for attention, but he ignored it to beckon to me. Joining him meant getting naked. I hadn't even done that in the game as, though the tattered dress had hung from me, Convict had covered me with his shirt before stripping the last of it over my head. He closed his eyes. "I won't peek. I just want you here." I really did need a shower. Slipping off the shirt, I scurried to get under the water. Convict's arms encircled me, and he hugged me, his cheek to the top of my head while warm water sluiced over us both. I liked him tender. I liked a lot about him, new discoveries happening by the minute. "Good girl. Now kiss me while I wash you." Too many sensations battled inside me. I gave a jerky laugh. "Prostitutes don't kiss on the mouth." He caught my chin and laid his lips on mine. The room disappeared. Time stopped. He'd kissed me briefly days ago, and that touch had never left my mind. There were kisses, and then there were deep connections. His were in that category. His lips moved on mine like he was coaxing me back to life. Slow at first, then when I responded, he turned up the heat with a groan. Deep presses, his head angled to better connect to mine, devastatingly perfect pressure. Convict kissed me senseless. His tongue in my mouth. His fingers in my wet hair. I clung to him, letting him lead. He glided one hand down to my lower back, caging my body against his and trapping his dick between us. But it was only as if he needed me closer. He kept to his word. He kissed me for long minutes, only breaking to feel for the shower gel on a shelf. He cleaned my body and his, kissed me again, then told me to handle between my legs, because if he did it, he might break. I almost wanted him to. I did as asked then picked up the shampoo and washed my hair. "Should I do yours?" He ducked his head, and I ran my fingers through his messy strands, lathering him up while the conditioner worked on mine. "This is the first decent shower I've had since I'd been out." He let me guide him under the water to rinse the suds. "I had a cast on my leg for a long time. Then the bandage on my arm stopped me." "It must feel really good." I'd set myself up for that one. His grin spread, and he ran his hands down to cup my ass. "It feels unbelievably good. I'm glad I waited. Gonna kiss you again." I nodded, not that he could see, and touched his face. Our mouths met once more. Kissing him should've been illegal. It was clearly addictive. Against his lips, I said, "You should come with a warning label." "Caution, may cause dizziness, obsession, and spontaneous orgasms. And yet you keep reaching for me. What does that say about you?" He kissed me deeper. "What's more dangerous to you, Mila? My dick or something else?" "To be decided." "Say yes to what I'm asking." Only the pattering of the shower water filled the air, tension rising with the stress laced in his tone. I knew what he wanted. My next thirty days. More of this. Much more. "We had a deal," I murmured. A phone buzzed in the room. Convict released a breath and pulled away from me. He left the shower to search the pile of clothes, extracting his phone. I hustled to wrap myself in a towel, killing the water. When he lifted his head, the lightness in his expression had gone. "Tyler says they're coming back." I covered my mouth, the world rushing in where it had been held at bay. My fear for Kane hit doubly hard for having forgotten about him for a while. "They have your guy. They're bringing him in unharmed." Everything changed again, and I had to explain myself to the man I'd managed to get captured.