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Beneath the Facade | Part 2

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7 months ago
Erotic

 

My earrings were on the floor before I realised he had removed them. His intense stare bore into my soul. His hand moved almost unconsciously, and his fingers brushed against my blouse, outlining the curve of my breast. 

 

Did I feel a flutter in my stomach, a mix of nerves and something else… excitement? Stop it, I told myself, even as I leaned into the touch. 

 

He turned, crowding me against the wall, his body heat seeping into mine, one hand braced beside my head. A slow, dark smirk curled his lips.

 

The air between us crackled with uncertainty. I didn’t even know his name! I didn’t know where he came from, what he did, why he’d been there at that moment.  All I knew was that he foiled my plan. And, I was fuming beneath my skin.

 

I narrowed my eyes, fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt, my nails raking up his stomach to feel the hard ridges of muscle and the heat of his skin. His breath stuttered for just a second. Then, in the blink of an eye, he gripped the back of my thighs and lifted me off the ground. I gasped, legs wrapping around his waist as my back hit the wall, his body pressing into mine, hard and throbbing against my core.

 

His teeth grazed my throat, lips brushing the shell of my ear. "You sure?"

 

My nails dug into his shoulders, my legs squeezing tighter around his waist. I could feel him. Every thick, pulsing inch of him.

 

"Why don’t you find out?" I taunted, rolling my hips, watching the way his jaw went tight. His eyes darkened with something almost violent, as he carried me across the room.

 

He laid me down on his bed. His body loomed over mine. My fingers gripped the sheets beneath, my heart was racing. 

Then, as he pressed his weight against me, I felt it.

 

Something hard and metallic, just beneath the pillow. I jerked momentarily and reached out. My fingers recognised it as they brushed against cold steel.

 

A gun. Bullets.

 

My stomach twisted, and he felt the shift. His grip on my waist tightened, his eyes flicking from my parted lips to where my fingers had stopped.

 

Silence.

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