Forbidden - Page 160

Kane’s voice echoed back to me.

And what the fuck am I supposed to say?

The truth.

That’s what he’d said. Riven could start with the truth…and wasn’t that all we’d ever wanted?

I took the sheet from Kane’s outstretched hand. “Thank you.”

He gave me a soft smile, one that wasn’t full of sorrow or pity, before he gave me a wink, then turned around and strode from the room.

“Come on.” Riven was there, sliding his hand around my waist before he helped me rise from the bed and wrap the sheet around my body.

“Shower.” He snapped at the nurse.

The poor guy just lifted his hand and pointed to a small hallway at the end of the bay. The nurse watched me as I took a step and winced at the deep flare of agony that ripped through my body. I gave a moan and reeled, reaching for the railing.

“Turn your goddamn head.” Riven warned as he gripped me and we tried again. “While you have a goddamn head.”

The nurse turned away instantly, his cheeks reddening.

“You know, you don’t have to threaten to murder everyone who looks my way.” I groaned, gripping him as he helped me walk toward the hallway.

“Yes, I do.”

A smile rose, alien and gruesome. Still, it was a smile.

He led me to the small block of showers, holding me while he kicked off his boots and tore off his socks. The hot water was slow to come, but eventually steamed up the stall. Riven unwound the sheet from my body and gently helped me inside.

I hissed at the sting of the water, one knee buckling until the heat worked its way through all my aches.

“Hold on to the wall.” He murmured. “Let me wash you.”

I did, placing my hands against the cold tiles. He was gentle, using the medicated soap on the washcloth to wash my arms and then my back, slowly working his way to the front.

It’s too much for her to bear.

Riven’s faint words echoed.

So, what are you going to do about it?His brother asked.

Whatever she needs me to do.

I looked into his eyes as he ran the cloth over my breasts and down my sides, gently skirting the torn skin and deep bruising. A deep pang of need rose inside me, one akin to the desperate longing I’d had for my sisters. Only this time, it was different.

My fingers trembled, aching to reach up and touch him. But that wasn’t what he needed. Instead, I closed my eyes, letting the heat wash down my back.

“Trouble.” He murmured. “I need to wash between your legs.”

Get her on the table.

Fuck, that’s it…that’s exactly what we want.

I closed my eyes as my body shook uncontrollably. A low, sickened sound ripped free when he carefully eased the cloth against the sting.

“Trouble?” He froze as the shaking turned violent. “It’s me. It’s just me. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not ever going to hurt you. Can you hear me, baby?”

He lifted his hand away and rose, his hand so gentle as it skimmed my shoulder, carefully pulling me against his chest. My teeth chattered, gnashing and clashing.