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Chapter 18 - Euphoria I

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Nia's POV

I paced around the room anxiously, my mind filled with worry and negative thoughts. Juan had been out alone, and the fear of him getting hurt or Mencia's men tracking us down haunted me. It was well past 11 pm, and the anxiety grew with each passing minute.

Suddenly, a knock on the door startled me. I cautiously peeped through the hole, relieved to see Juan. "Mi amor," he greeted, and a mix of relief and gratitude washed over me. He explained, "I didn't know your size or what to get, so I got every sanitary item in the store."

I couldn't help but burst into laughter as he presented me with an assortment of over 50 sanitary pads and tampons. "I could use it for a whole year," I chuckled, touched by his thoughtfulness. "Thank you," I expressed my gratitude, kissing him on the lips, and he responded with his usual grin.

He then surprised me with a sexy nightdress. "I figured you'd need to change your clothes, so I got you this," he said. As he presented the nightdress, I looked at him with a cute, puppy-eyed expression, still harboring questions and a touch of anger about everything Mencia had told me.

"I need a shower," he declared, pulling off his shirt to reach for the shower faucet. My gaze unintentionally fixated on his sculpted, hot body. Despite Juan's shortcomings, there was no denying his physical allure.His golden brown skin tone, a profile resembling a Greek God – he was stunning, even if he was also a bit of an asshole. His green eyes, an enchanting feature,that made it difficult to look away. I couldn't help but drool over his abs and broad shoulders.

Lost in my thoughts, I was snapped back to reality when I heard my name. "What are you staring at?" he inquired, approaching me. My face turned bright red, and I stammered, "Sorry, I had something in my eyes."

His gaze remained fixed on mine. "Hmm, okay," he replied. Then, with a mischievous smile, he suggested, "Take a shower with me."

Concerned about the thin walls of the motel, I explained quietly, "They might hear us in the next room. This is a public motel." He responded with a seductive smirk, saying, "It's just a shower. Please?"

Unable to refuse, I sighed in defeat. He knew it too well, and the triumphant smirk on his face confirmed it.

"Unzip me?" I requested, turning my back to him. As I lifted my hair, his fingers skillfully found the zipper.The black dress fell to the floor as I step out of it.

"I really didn't mean to hurt you," Juan apologized, pointing to the marks on my neck. "Sometimes, I find it hard to control my anger," he admitted, beginning to undress.

I averted my gaze, trying not to stare at his naked body as I slid the straps of my bra down my hands. Juan stepped into the shower, holding his hands out for me to follow. His eyes roamed down my body, stopping at my thigh. "Stop staring," I said, covering myself with my hands.

"Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin the first night we had sex?" he asked calmly. Before I could answer, he gestured to the stains down to my legs. "The blood. It's dried in your body," he pointed out.

"It's fine," I said, grabbing the loofah to rub it against my skin. "Let me," Juan intervened, taking the loofah from me and covering it with soap.

Bending down to his knees, Juan initiated the intimate act of washing the dried blood off my body. The loofah moved up my thigh, circling around. His presence on his knees in front of me sent goosebumps across my skin. He brought his face close to my skin, trying not to squirm, and I could feel his hot breath on my thigh.

"Hand me the showerhead," he says, breaking me from my perverted thoughts.

"What?" I ask, trying to listen to what he's saying.

"Hand me it, the showerhead," he repeats.

I nod and lift the metal down the hook, passing it over to him. He looks at me with a gleam in his eyes and his usual seductive smirk, making me aware that he's up to something.

"What are you doing?" I squeak as he moves the metal lower.

The warm water pulses against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "Does that feel good?" he asks, adjusting the water to move against the lower part of my stomach.

I nod.

"If you think it feels good now, let's see how it is if it moves a little lower, just a little," he says seductively.

Every inch of my body awakens as Juan teasingly tortures me. "How do you feel, mi amor? Should I move it a little higher or maybe lower?" he taunts.

It feels so good; I can't help but move my fingers into Juan's hair, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth to withhold the moans. His men are in the other room, but I can't bring myself to make him stop; it feels so good.

Suddenly, I feel Juan's soft tongue run across me just under the water, and I immediately lose my balance. His tongue moves faster as I pull his hair hard. "Juan... I can't" I said to him as my legs begin to shake.

I hesitated for a moment, my breath catching in my throat as my words hung heavy in the air. "I can't, Juan. I'm on my period," I blurted out, the words tumbling from my lips faster than I intended.

His response was unexpected"Let's make a mess," he uttered, his voice laced with a seductive tone that sent a shiver down my spine. Closing my eyes briefly, I braced myself for what might come next.

Few seconds, he stands up ,his movements deliberate. He wrapped his strong, reassuring hands around my waist. My head rests against his chest as I shiver.

I stopped for a while , bending down to retrieve the showerhead that had slipped from its place. With a careful motion, I reattached it to the hook.

Returning from my euphoric state, I found myself face to face with a reassuring smile. "I think you're clean now," he smiled,licking his lower lips .

"I'd say, but I don't think you are," I retorted, reaching for the bar of soap. As I ran my hands along his chiseled abs, delicately tracing the perfect pattern, my fingers ventured lower. However, Juan's firm grip on his waist to stop me .

"You're on your period, Nia. Have some self-control," he teased, as I scoffed and exited the shower, hastily grabbing a towel.

"I know I'm hard to resist, but you need to practice some self-control, Nia," he whispered with a grin.

"Practice yours first," I shot back and rolled my eyes.

"When I'm out of here, I'll try practicing it on you," he declared, his usual seductive smirk playing on his lips.