Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace ( Dexter )

Caleb seemed to be venting as much as he was trying to distract me from our earlier conversation.

My breath hitched, cheeks flushed with the heat of the moment.

He deftly stripped off my clothes, the hot droplets of water on my skin contrasted sharply with his icy fingers.

In that moment, my mind went blank under his fervent touch.

This jerk... must've watched too many of those late-night shows.

"Caleb... you bastard..." I gasped for air, the shower's heat and his relentless kisses making it hard to breathe.

Was he trying to suffocate me?

Just as I caught my breath, ready to cuss him out, he kissed me again, relentless...

Where did he learn this aggressive kissing? It was all over the place... unmethodical.

His hands wandered without restraint.

"Caleb..." I was on the verge of tears, unable to think of anything else.

He kissed the corner of my eyes, pinning me against the wall...

The sound of the shower drowned out my breaths and sobs, this bastard... I don't know where he learned to be this way, tormenting me till the wee hours last night, and now continuing his assault.

My legs trembled, my body pressed against the cold tiles, shaking in its entirety.

"Caleb... you bastard..."

Colin was behind me, gently nibbling, as if to soothe me, but his movements below were anything but gentle.

"Mmm..." His voice was hoarse, as if acknowledging my insults.

"Are you ever going to stop..."

"Mmm." He continued, responding to whatever I said, but it only infuriated me more.

"Caleb!" I tried to push him away, but I was too weak.

He grabbed my wrists, seeking my lips from behind.

I felt tears betray me, probably out of frustration.

"I never thought... you'd come back to me... how could I dare hope..."

His voice was raspy, as if ready to drown in this moment with me.

"How could I dare..."

I must've been crazy to respond to his kisses, biting his lip until the taste of blood filled my mouth.

Let's drown together then.

Caleb, don't you dare leave me alone.

The bathroom's temperature kept rising, the mirror now fogged over.

What I'd held back before, I couldn't contain any longer.

"Caleb, my leg is cramping! You jerk..."

"Baby..." Colin cooed, holding me close but not letting go.

I gasped, leaning against the sink, praying it was mounted securely enough not to fall...

"Dexter, that jerk." Colin was still jealous, jealous that Dexter wanted to take me away.

Or maybe jealous of the past, of Phoebe having loved Dexter.

"I can't bear to hurt you..." His fingers caressed my wrist, gently rubbing the bruise left when Dexter grabbed me.

"Phoebe, he hurt you, threatened me... don't like him." Colin's complaint was sweet, kissing my neck, tickling.

What to do, the beauty trap and

pillow talk are truly effective, I can't help but want to curse Dexter. "He and Melody are of the same intellect... don't bother with him."

Colin bit my collarbone, continuing his persuasive whisper. "Phoebe he probably joined the club just to show off in front of you, hoping to uncover the truth earlier, to make like him again..."

YOU

Colin preemptively laid out Dexter's potential sacrifices', inoculating me against any future acts of heroism from Dexter that might sway me.

Swr

"Don't be moved by Dexter's sacrifices, don't leave me for him."

"I..."

Just as I was about to say something, I heard someone shouting from the living room. "Anyone there? Caleb? Phoebe?"

It was Bran's voice.

I tried to push Colin away in panic, Bran was still in high school... and we hadn't locked the bathroom door!

Colin, ever so mischievously, pressed me against the wall, refusing to let me move.

"Caleb..." My voice choked up in nervousness, barely above a whisper.

"Caleb, what are you doing?" Outside, Bran called out, alert.

"My girl." Colin's response was cold.

A moment of silence, then a sharp retort. "Shameless, in broad daylight..."

"Get lost!"

"Alright then."