I didn't look as Darien carried me through the home, I didn't bother to ask where he was taking me as I clung to him. Feeling sick as flashbacks of Kieran touching me flooded my brain as I shook in Dariens arms. His name wasn't even Kieran it was Peter, I didn't even know the name of the man that I began to fall for.

"Please, get him off me," I cried, pushing my face into his chest as his hold on me tightened. He never said a word as he pushed one of the doors open, carefully holding me against him as my skin became prickly with the heat from the island and his body. Ignoring the discomfort to be safe in his arms.

The sound of water had me lifting my head from Darien as he sat me on the tiled floor of the luxurious bathroom that looked out onto the sea. With the darkness of the night all I could see was the stars in the black sky. The beauty of it all calming my senses as the dress fell from my body before I could protest.

Dariens careful hands removing my clothing ever so gently as I stood still, allowing him to strip me until I was bare in front of him. His eyes attached to mine tenderly the full time as the tears rolled down my cheeks. I should of ran and covered myself but I couldn't, I knew he was going to help me despite the multiple feelings running through me.

"I'm going to get him off you treasure," he whispered softly, hooking his arms under my bare knees to pick me up once again, my naked skin rubbing against his clothing as he carried me to the shower. Anger was evident in his voice as I looked away from him, I was disgusted with myself to let a murderer touch me in such an intimate way. With the look in Dariens eyes I knew he was too.

The warm water tingled my skin as I sighed in content, feeling like all the crap from today was running down the drain as I tilted my head back, letting the water hit my face.

Taking his shoes and socks off Darien got into the shower with me as I stood stiffly, allowing the water to flow over my naked body. I couldn't do anything, I wanted to be sick and at the same time find the bastard and put a knife through his neck. Though, watching the water run over Darien, making his hair wet and running down his face, I needed holy water for my sins.

Grabbing the soak Darien stood towards me carefully, as if expecting me to back away from him as I stood still. I was going to regret this tomorrow.

"Where did he touch you?" he questioned roughly, the water soaking his clothed body as I cried under the water. I just wanted to forget about him, forget about everyone and everything.

"Everywhere," I mumbled, feeling numb despite the heat. The churning of my stomach as I held back the need to be sick.

Darien shook his head in disgust and anger as a string of profanities left his mouth making more tears fall. 

"I will get him off," rubbing the soap onto me he started with my arms, running right down to my finger tips before trailing back up, washing my breasts tenderly before my stomach and then down to where I wanted cleaned the most. Where he shouldn't of ever been aloud to touch, I was a sinner for letting a man like him touch me. It would take more than soap and water to take him away from me.

He cleaned every inch of my body thoroughly before washing my hair softly and rinsing me off.

No matter where he washed I still felt dirty, used.

"All clean," he whispered softly, his eyes holding tenderness and sadness as I continued to softly cry.

"He touched me somewhere else," I whispered, looking away from him in embarrassment. The one place he hadn't cleansed me of the man.

As if reading my mind his wet hand pushed my chin up towards him, his lips touching mine in a soft caress before he was quickly away from me.

"All gone," he cleared his throat as he turned the shower off. Grabbing a towel from the rack to wrap it around my shivering body. Drying me as I stood still.

Once again he picked me up, walking into the room as his drenched clothes soaked the floor.

Sitting me in a chair he pulled some things from a drawer, coming back with clothing, a brush and also a hair dryer.

Brushing my hair and drying it as no one spoke a word. My crying had stopped but I still felt empty. Completely empty.

"Go lie on the bed, I need a shower," Dariens voice broke the silence as I stood from the chair, walking to the bed without glancing at him. I didn't need to see the look of disgust in his eyes I was already disgusted with myself for ever trusting a murderer and rapist in the first place. I should of known but then how could I?

Darien disappeared into the bathroom as I lay on the bed, I felt cleaner but still disgusting at the same time. What had I done to deserve all this drama? All this pain?

My body still ached from jumping from the car but not as much as the pain in my chest.

It didn't take long before my tired body gave up to the darkness as I comfortably fell asleep, knowing Darien would protect me.

|*|

Waking up along was something I was used to but part of me wished Darien was in the room for when I woke up. Why would he of been though? He done enough for me last night. More than he needed to. He could of just showed me my room and let me drown myself in cold water to get him off me.

The sun shone through the large windows giving me a clear view of the ocean as I smiled in content. I could get used to waking up to the sea every morning. Peaceful compared to the car packed city full of noise and even worse; people.

Sliding from the bed I made my way out the room, trying to navigate my way to the kitchen with a small smile and a deep blush on my face.

Darien had saw me naked, he had washed my full body and I had let him. The embarrassment was real as I hesitated at the bottom of the steps. Maybe I should just try and leave before he sees me? But the boat had left when we got off last night, I was trapped.

Elisa was going to either kill me or demand every single detail. Killing me would be the first option since I had left my phone in the house, god knows the amount of missed calls and crazy voicemail's that were currently crashing my phone.

The kitchen wasn't that hard to find with the open planned lower floor, the sight in front of me was something I didn't really want to find though; Darien.

His eyes connected with mine for a brief second before he looked away from me, hardly acknowledging me as I played with the thread on my night shorts. What could I say? Thank you for preventing me from having a mental breakdown last night? Thank you for washing my naked body?

"Hi," that should do, right?

He raised an eyebrow as he took his eyes away from his phone once again,

"Hi?" he smirked, almost mockingly as I cleared my throat slightly, nervous as I cursed myself for acting like a shy teenager. I was a grown woman and what happened last night was nothing to be ashamed of. He had saw my body, not like we had passionate sex all night. I wouldn't do that, not that I didn't want to. 

"I have one question treasure?" he smirked, dark circles surrounding his eyes as I instantly felt bad. Was he up all night because of me? 

Nodding I took a seat at the other side of the table, across from him. Waiting patiently for what he was going to say.

"Did you have sex with him?" he tensed, his firsts clenching as he placed his phone roughly onto the kitchen table. His cold eyes burning into my soul as I almost looked away from him, almost.

"Excuse me?" I glared at him, he had no right to question my sex life.

"With the way you acted last night sounds like he was all over your body, I would be surprised if he held himself back from taking you," he growled out as I stood from my chair.

"How dare you!" I screamed, pointing my finger at him as anger filled me. I thought he wanted a new start? This wasn't the right way to go about getting on my good side.

"What? Is it wrong to want to know if my love lost her virginity to a rapist and a murderer, is that wrong of me?" he shouted, standing from the chair as he made his way over to me, his fists clenched by his sides as I stood my ground. Glaring at him with everything I could without crying at the hateful words leaving his mouth.

"Because I swear if he done more than touch you I will kill him myself," he growled through gritted teeth as my heart fluttered despite the rage filling me. The need for one thing consuming me as I clenched my fists together.

"Why don't you find out," I whispered, softer than expected as his lips crashed onto my own harshly. Gasping as he pushed my body flush against his, the kiss dominating and aggressive as my hungry lips moved in sync.

"Maybe I will," he groaned against my lips, his rough hands trailing my side as lust filled his eyes, "I won't be able to stop once I start," he smirked, licking my lip before devouring me in an earth shattering kiss that made my knees go weak

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