He wraps his arms around my waist and back, pulling me tighter as he passionately kisses me. I’ll just have to make it hurt more then, bitch.”
He drags the knife quickly down my torso; hard enough to sting but not to cut me. Indian sex A sly smirk is painted on his face and I hate him for it. Breaking the eye contact, I see a couple walking down the street just in time. Instead his wicked laugh fills the room as I start to finally get my eyes open and adjusted. I turn to the door, the relief running through my body. I can see their eyes lock on my cleavage as my sheer white lace bra comes into view. For a moment I get lost in those raging dark eyes and I can feel the moisture starting to gather between my legs but I have to focus. “You wouldn’t shoot an innocent, unarmed woman would you?” I take a step closer to the yard so they can see my flirty sweet pout and maybe catch a glimpse of the wicked look in my eyes. His muscled arms and broad shoulders continue down into a strong, steady torso. He’s quoting Bond. Instinctively, I go to jerk my hands down to stop him, but they barely move in my new restraint.
