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Neither of us are mental health professionals so let’s just stow that before it starts, kay? Kay!
Ha, love this.
This is a work of fiction. Enjoy your time out of reality.
That’s why I’m here. :)
cloudy blue eye
Eyes*
Jiggling
Jingling* ?
A crazy, murderous, blood-thirsty mobster had been in my goddamn home.
He’s also been in your g*dd*** body, so…
It just feels like there’s always something more important than me out there. To everyone I know.
The horny brain side of me almost wanted him to hold me down and never let me escape. Then I will know he really cares about me. Goddamn, I need therapy.
Don’t get that look in your eyes.” “What look?” I rolled my eyes. “That look that says you want to do something illegal to anyone you think is too close to me.” Not that I hate that it’s his first instinct. Something might be wrong with me, but that’s fucking hot.
“New security?” “Someone broke into my place,” Tex said, giving me a pointed look. I hummed as if it hadn’t been me.
A soft smile graced Tex’s face, and I was instantly hit with the desire to chain him up. I wanted him to smile at me like that, only me.
“Hurting a man’s fur baby is asking for it.”
“I know, Pen, we’re getting kidnapped, but don’t you worry. Enzo has a nice-looking couch for you to scratch up.”
“You bought him a cat tree?” I shook my head. “I bought him four cat trees. Two can go upstairs, one in the living room and the other is mounted on the walls.”
“You distract me, and risotto is a delicate dish.” “I’m distracting you? How?” I sighed. “You being so close makes me want to bend you over the counter and fuck you as I hold a knife to your throat.”
I have a knife on me at all times.” “That’s… Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Did you just make a joke?” I shrugged and spooned my food. “I can make them on occasion.”
Who knew a man like Enzo Vitale would be jealous of a little old cat?
“You know what they say. If you love something, let it free or some shit like that.” I shook my head. “That is ridiculous. It should be, if you love something, lock it away so that it never escapes.”
“Arrest them.” “Do they look like they want to be arrested?”
“From now on, I’m the only one allowed to hurt you or make you cry. Every inch of you belongs to me.” I bit his lip. “Even your life.” Tex groaned. “Yeah. Where do I sign, Satan?”
