TAKE ME I'M YOURS

promise of violence, his voice low and dangerous even I shuddered in his embrace. He growled it in a way even I could see it in my head. Th

g it was? My eyes were closed, never getting enough of that scent. I was gulping it like cold water on a hot day. It was way better from its

in his grip, that protective firm grip with no way for him to let go. I felt safe in his arms in a way I had never felt safe before. In a world full of bulldogs, he was a shark. I f

e had done this before. He had caressed me so gently before; his touch was not foreign to my body at all. It left tingles running up and down

feeling like I was losing my mind. The adrenaline from before was slipping away, leaving me stark with clarity about my new reality. Had I just thrown myself into the hands of another demon? His arms

form, wanting to comfort him, to tell him that I was fine, that they did not do anything to me but I could not. I did n

was parting from my savior. I wanted none of that. I just wanted to stay there with him. I wanted to s

and just then,

the thought of mistaken identity but at that point, he was standing at my doorstep. He brought the phone to his ear

n whom I saw winning every fight he fought. He held

ey turning, opening my door, and walking in. A chill went down my spine. His phone was pulled off his shoulder, cutting the call and

here before. He had a key. He knew where my bedroom was, strolling through to my b

how hard I held on, fightin

you and their prints off you. His voice was harsh, his Italian accent thick with conviction. I knew I reall

rushed to unbuckle his belt. My head kept screaming for me to run, kept screaming for me to jump away and fight him but I was left just staring in horror as the pants hit the

his chest. Instead of pushing him away, I found my hands brushing on his skin to move to his sides. His skin was soft despite the tatt

showerhead, startling me to

ng into my head. I wanted to fall apart but I could not. I don’t know why, but in front of him, I

bubbles as the scent of my lemon and mint shampoo exploded in the bathroo

just been doing some psychology trick, fattening me for slaughter yet I had never felt safe with someone.

lling down my eyes without warning, hav

piccola.” Close yo

disoriented by my lack of sight. A hand suddenly held mine, pulling it down. I did not fight, a cloth replacing my hand, wiping away all the shampoo water, and bubbles. H

d lower. There was no shame in standing naked before him. Everything just faded away as I stood watching him explore each curv

at dark haunted look he wore like a second skin. He looked like danger on legs, someone you had to run from and never look back. His dark green eyes, with specks of gold

ned as he finished cleaning me, still crouched and just staring at me up and down. The darker his face turned, the more I shivered. He seemed hun

d in my hair. He shook so hard we shook together, connected in more ways than I could ever describe. His arms coul

will

g mine and just paving way for this darkness in me to see the world burn for all who played part in my abd