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He's dangerous.
Billy Bob is still unable to talk, therefore, he can’t answer the question, but his whimpers increase. My rescuer proceeds to put the cigarette out on his face, just below the corner of his eye. The poor creep tries to scream in pain, but it’s muffled in his closed mouth, unable to fully escape as tears run down his cheeks, snot out of his nose, and the smell of burnt skin fills the air.
“The next time you so much aslookat her,” my rescuer’s voice remains calm, steady, as if he’s having a normal, everyday conversation and not threatening someone’s life, “I will light a hundred cigarettes and put them out in each of your fucking eyes. Do you understand?"
The stranger manages to nod. My rescuer spins around, lifting the man up by his face, and throws him easily across the room. People scatter, letting the stranger fall to the floor and scramble to his feet. There’s a crowd around us, everyone’s eyes are on us. Onme.
“Slightly, Cubby, get him the fuck out of here,” my rescuer growls. “Better yet, take him to Hook, dock H2. It’s time he meets The Crocodile.”
“No!” Billy Bob yells. “Please, I’ll never look at her again. I swear!”
Two men, one extremely tall and lanky and the other of average height but heavy around the middle, push through the crowd and take the stranger by the arms, escorting him out of the bar.
I watch as the two men drag my would-be attacker away. He’s struggling and yelling as they pull him out of the bar.
“Please! Sinn, I’m not ready! Please!”
I watch until they pull him out of the doors, his voice fading, and then I feelhiseyes on me. I feel his weighted gaze as if it’s a physical thing on my face. On my face and not on my body. I slowly turn to face him and gasp once I see the entirety of his face.
His arctic blue eyes pierce right through my soul. Another image flashes in my mind.His eyes. I’ve seen these eyes before, there could never be any mistaking them, but I don’t know how or where or when, I just know that I KNOW them. His eyes bore into mine with so much intensity that I start to squirm. I drop my gaze and take in the rest of his face. He’s all hard, straight edges and perfection. Everything about him screams masculinity, except for his mouth that’s just a tad bit too sensuous, too full.
Too sinful.
My mouth is watering. It’s suddenly too wet and I’m forced to swallow down my own spit, practically choking on it, as he continues to stare at me with hard, cold eyes. His body is still taut with unleashed anger, and he clenches and unclenches his fists as he stares me down. Why is he angry with me? I didn’t do anything.
Before I can gather my wits enough to ask him, or hell, even thank him for saving me, he storms off, disappearing into the crowd, leaving me stunned, speechless, and so fucking turned on I have to squeeze my thighs together for friction. When did that happen?
There’s no denying the level of toxicity of this man is off the fucking charts and, if the wetness between my thighs is any indication, I’m all about it. And even though I know it’s fucked up. Even though I knowI’mfucked up for thinking it.
This is one trap I’m dying to fall into.
Sinn
All I Feel Is You by The Broken View
I feel her as soon as she walks through the damn doors. Her energy zaps across my skin with the force of a deadly fucking lightning bolt. It tingles and titillates my skin as if a torch made of hell fire is burning my nerve endings. Burning ME…alive. The intensity with which I feel her presence is excruciating,maddening, and exhilarating. Not to mentioned a fucking distracting nuisance as my cock twitches inside my pants at the mere sight of her exposed and bare back peeking through her long, silky hair. I wonder what all that flawless skin would look like with teeth marks marring it?Myteeth marks.
I sit in my luxurious booth, raised up above the dance floor, and watch her like a hawk watches his prey. I watch her walk to the bar, oblivious to the heads turning, the eyes staring, the filthy fucking thoughts stirring… amongst other things. She climbs onto a bar stool, back straight and shoulders tense as she orders a drink. I can practically smell her fear from here. She radiates unease and uncertainty, which is not a good thing when you walk into a bar full of predators.
Men.
We can fucking smell an easy target a mile away and, she came alone, a weak and wounded fawn that strayed from the herd. Not a smart survival tactic.
Even though she chose to walk into this bar, the dark, mysterious, and daring choice, she’s not like the regular patrons that stumble in here. The patrons who choose to walk into this bar are the kind that have completely given in to the devil on their shoulder and said to hell with the angel on the other one. But her… there’s still a feel of…innocenceabout her. As if she hasn’t quite given up yet, despite all the facts to the contrary, and the fact that she chose to walk into Sinful Delights instead of Salvation Lights.
Sure, they’re just bar names, brands, but they’re more than that, too. They’resymbolic, obviously, giving you the option to choose between good and evil, light and dark. They call to an inner, subconscious desire that a person may not even be aware of. Despite what most people say, or how they try to live in the light of day, when night falls, and when they’re alone, the majority of people feel the call of sinful desires.
But, in the end, when push comes to shove and they’re standing between the two choices, those majority of peopledochoose to walk into Salvation Lights. They push their desires aside, in fear of eternal damnation, and make the safe choice. Thegoodchoice. Therightchoice.
Fucking cowards.
But who am I to judge? I call it like I see it, but I don’t give a fuck either way. Their choices don’t affect me one way or another. I own both bars and see the same benefits regardless of which one does better. I shouldn’t give one more attention than the other, but I have to admit, lately I have a soft spot for Sinful Delights. I enjoy watching the depravity and it is infinitely more entertaining than Salvation Lights.
Which brings me back to the anomaly sitting at the bar.
Why is she here?
What possessed her to walk in here?
