Page 54 of Trapping His Angel

Steam rose from the tub, as he had run me a bath in my stupor. Benedikt helped lower me into the tub and placed a kiss on my forehead, brushing my white locks away from my eyes. He did that move often.

His fascination with my hair didn’t turn me off though.

It didn’t feel malicious or unkind. I truly believed he was inawe of me. Like in his mind, I was created uniquely for him. I couldn’t help that I felt this way about him. Even if he’d murdered a ton of people.

He saved my life.

I can’t tell if he wants to save me or just control how I die.

Benedikt was unaware of my thoughts as he stepped back and took off his clothes. I made room in the bath for him, but he moved toward the standing shower right next to the tub. I could see the opaque walls from my bath.

I kept him in my sight as he slowly washed every nook and cranny of his body. When he was finished, he turned off the water, and walked his wet body toward me. I watched as he slid into the bath water.

“I didn’t want to dirty your bath with my sweat,” he rasped in explanation.

My brows lowered. “But my sweat is acceptable for you to sit in?”

“Wife, I’d drink your bathwater if it brought you joy.”

I shuddered in distaste. “Please don’t do that.”

He grinned.

I placed my foot in his lap and trailed my toes along his abs.

“We are leaving tonight,” Benedikt said, startling me out of my daydreams.

“What? Why? To where?” I stood up in the bathwater.

Benedikt looked up at my naked body, with lust shining all over his face. “It’s no longer safe for you here.”

“But why? Is it because of my family?”

Benedikt’s eye narrowed. “Sit,” he commanded.

I sat back down in the water.

“What do you know of your family?”

I shrugged. “I think all my memories have returned.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He started massaging my feet.

“I guess I was scared.”

“Of?” He rubbed my calves.

“That you would want me to leave, and I wasn’t sure where I would go,” I whispered. My truth lay bare underneath this fluorescent light.

“And now?”

I didn’t answer. Benedikt stopped his massage and his grip grew tighter. “How do you feel now?”

“Like if I’m with you, I’m safe. That I’m a good girl in your eyes, and you won’t hurt me,” I said meekly, feeling like a small child at this moment.

“Only with pleasure, mymalen'kiy angel.I would never harm you.”

I believed him. He hadn’t harmed me. Not like the other men. I nodded, not that I thought Benedikt was asking my consent. We were leaving. He’d decided. I was going along with it because my memories showed me I couldn’t trust my family.