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Angelo leaned against the door when he got to the safety of the bathroom, strands of his voluminous hair damp and sticking to his misted face. He tore off the hoodie but it felt like even the rush of air was uncomfortably hot.
He pulled off his pants, making his way over to the shower. He half-expected Nikolai to follow him right to the bathroom so as not to miss even a moment of the torture. He glanced around despite himself before stepping into the shower, scanning for cameras.
There was none he could see, but he found himself past caring even if there were cameras. He stepped into the shower, making sure the dial was turned all the way down before putting the shower head on.
The cold water was icy relief, it perfectly combated the relentless heat. The reprieve was everything he hoped for, so much so that he lowered himself to a crouch, the shower water falling onto his just-styled hair.
Angelo wasn’t cold even with the icy water soaking his skin. Mafia King Nikolai had called it an aphrodisiac but all it had done was fill him with a painful heat, like a fever. It was more like a non-lethal poison with its burning effects.
He stayed under the cold shower for as long as he could, nearly pruning his skin. All the product had been washed out of his hair and when he dried it up with a towel, it was noticeably less puffy than it used to be.
Angelo put on a bathrobe as he dried up the water on his hair and skin, waiting for the resurgence of the burning sensation but there was nothing of the sort.
He walked over to the door to pick up his discarded clothes with the intention to put them back on. As he got to the door, pleasure lanced through him. It was sudden enough to rob him of his breath and have him leaning against the door to remain upright.
His clothes were still on the ground yet to be picked but he stared right through them. There was an instant tent in the bathrobe he wore, the pleasure intense enough to make him drool.