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As the water cleans me of the blood and grime, I can feel every bruise and ache in my body and now that my adrenaline is no longer numbing my nerves, I feel the throbbing pain and swelling sharply. Dragging my hands over my face I notice my hands are still taped up. I begin to peel them but that same inked hand from earlier reaches for them. I freeze because I was not at all prepared for that and the only reason I didn't throw my elbow back is because I know who's hand this is.
I look over my shoulder at Twitch and let my eyes travel from his chin to his hazel orbs. He's standing close enough that all I'd have to do is lean up slightly and capture his lips with mine but I don't. I don't know why but I want him to make the first move. I always have to do the work, all the men I've ever been with were a means to an end for me. I used them for what I wanted so foreplay was never part of my jam.
With this guy right here, the dominance in him makes me want to be submissive.
Twitch pulls my hand, forcing me to turn to him and I can't help but look down to see if he's still dressed. I don't know if I want him to be or not. What if he's another loser like the guy I gave my v-card to? What if I don't like what I feel with him? What if I'm just an itch he wants to scratch? These crazy thoughts fly through my head but I relax and let go of the breath I was holding when I see he's shirtless but still wearing his shorts. In his right hand he's holding scissors which he uses to cut through the tape. Instead of watching what he's doing to me I study his face. He hasn't looked at my body once but since there's a prominent bulge in front of his shorts, I know he watched me for a moment before making himself known.
I don’t know if I’m upset about that or not.
I let my eyes continue to caress him and when he finishes my left hand, I move it toward his chest. Using the tips of my fingers I touch his tattoos, tracing the details. I trace the name Romano under his collarbones and lightly skim the piercing through his nipple, just like mine. Though, I'm unfortunately not wearing the rings right now. Too bad because it would feel amazing rubbing the steel rings against his.
His hiss has me looking into his eyes. “Don't start something you can't finish, damsel.”
Damsel? This fucking guy.
“I didn't start anything,Stitch,because I know you can’t satisfy me. Why start something with someone who can't make me scream?” My taunting cuts off when he jerks me forward and spins me so that with a huff of air from my lungs, my back hits his chest.
“You don't know what I can do to you, Silver.” Twitch has the scissors to my throat while his left arm is wrapped around my middle. I can feel his excitement pushing between my ass cheeks but I don't move and I don't reply to him. Even with the sting of the scissors breaking my skin enough to draw a drop of blood, the wetness between my legs floods even more. The threat to my life is fucking turning me on.
What in the actual fuck?
His deep voice rumbles against my ear while his lips brush the shell. “If screaming is what you want, I can make you break your vocal chords. And I can make that happen with pain,” His left hand slowly runs up my side, over my rib cage until his thumb brushes the underside of my right breast. “Or with pleasure. It's your choice, pretty girl.”
What the hell did I get myself into?
