[Music: Bad Choices By Saint Vice]
I'm awed and puzzled in a way that made this unusual.
Catherine smiled as if she hadn't suggested the end of someone's life. Had I been wrong the whole time? No… I don't think I was.
I pushed some of the strands behind her ear. Catherine is soft-hearted; she has always been that way, and it made it far more impossible to get her involved with the underworld.
Then why does it feel like…!
Catherine tucked at my waistband, pulling down my sweatpants to reveal my cock.
"I want you inside me…" she said huskily, eyes broad with desire.
I respond with the same desire swirling in my gaze, but I'm hungrier for something she had hidden away, and it got me thinking.
Did I hallucinate that flicker of darkness?
My fingers pressed against her neck, and I could feel her pulse racing, but not in fear. When I tightened, there was a flicker of it, maybe at the possibility that I might break her neck.
