She had just gotten out of the shower, towel loosely wrapped around her. She wiped the mirror with her hand and gasped when she saw him standing behind her. She should be angry. It was an invasion of privacy, but the want in his eyes when she met them in the reflecting glass made her resolve crumble. He moved forward, hands finding her waist as he turned her to face him, pinning her between the edge of the sink and himself. ‘I’m not going to hurt you.’ She knew he wasn’t. She had never been afraid of him. ‘But, I am going to make you beg.’ His breath was warm in her ear and she took a sharp inhale of breath when his head dipped down to her neck, his tongue dancing around the spot that made her knees weak. His hands squeezed her hips, fabric gathering under his palms and she gripped onto the counter behind her. He let go abruptly and when she opened her eyes, he was gone. It was in that moment that she knew even if he wasn’t going to hurt her, he surely would be the death of her.