... job of it. When she ran the cloth over his nipples, she felt hers harden in response. Trying to ignore the lust thrumming through her body, Rukia dipped her hand below the water to clean his waist and legs. Her careful maneuvering was for naught as the back of her hand accidentally brushed against his sex. When it started to harden, her stomach clenched and she felt herself grow wet with desire. She was absolutely sickened by her lack of self-control. He was nearly catatonic and she was ready to molest him like some bitch in heat. I am a sick, disgusting bitch.
Rukia tried to move her hand quickly away from him but Ichigo caught her wrist. The sensual look on his face surprised her and nearly knocked the breath out of her. "Don't stop," he growled in her favorite 'come-fuck-me' voice. She was on the verge of doing just that when something stopped her. His face was perfect, his voice more than tempting, but his eyes were all wrong. They were just...empty. It was then that she realized that he was forcing his body to respond to her touch. Forcing himself to please her. He was performing for her-just like he'd performed for countless other women.
Rukia recoiled from him in horror. She pulled back so hard that she nearly fell. Her near disa...