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✼ N E V A E H ✼

When she tried to reach for my hair, I ducked and wiped her off her feet by sliding my leg briskly on the ground. She fell the floor face first and I'm pretty sure we all heard her big ass forehead bang on the marble floor. Still, she didn't give up and tried to get up. Instead of stopping her, I let her rise to her full height and used it as my chance to throw punches in her face.

I grabbed her by her dry ass hair and let my fists meet her plastic face. I'm pretty sure she's gonna need a job everywhere by the time I'm done. I felt the flesh peel off her skin each time my fists got deeper and deeper, and jammed harder and harder into her face.

I know, I'm a doctor, and I shouldn't be enjoying this. I should be wanting to save this bitch's life. But who I was before I came to Italy is not who I am now. In Florida, I was a doctor, someone whose main purpose in life was to save lives and stop and hate on the people who took them. But now in Italy, here I am, so close to taking away.

I wasn't allowed my own choice to stop beating her up, because I felt someone pull me away from my attack on her and carry me away from my fighting scene. I knew who it was. I didn't have to look at his disheveled brown hair or his eyes to know it was him. I just knew it was him. As soon as he lifted me, he placed his hand on my ass and drifted me farther and farther.

I had forgotten what it felt like to fight- to get my hands dirty. I like the sudden rush of adrenaline. It kept me somewhat sane, made me feel relieved in some ways. That I didn't feel the overbearing ache to kill her while beating her up. I let it pass me, I couldn't take any more innocent lives.

"Put me down now, Atticus!" I yell, trying my best to repeat the punches I just did back there onto him. But it was no use, it was as if he didn't even feel them.

He chuckled under me and his chest shook as I felt the vibration beneath me and it felt so fucking good. "You know I can't do that, ciccia."

"Then maybe you can get your hand off my ass," I attempt, giving up on my trials of punches on his back. At this point, I was just giving him a free back massage.

"I can't do that either." Atticus stopped to adjust my body on his shoulders. "Why did you stop? That felt good."

"Really? You know what else would feel good?" I challenge, swinging my feet up and down from my current position.

If he says something sexual I'm gonna knee him in the stomach.

His grip on my ass grew stronger as I sensed someone passing by us to wherever we were going to. I know it was upstairs because now my body was bouncing up and down. "My dick buried deep inside you." He responded with exactly what I didn't want him to, so I kneed him. "Ouch, woman, what did I do to you?" Atticus failed miserably at trying to hide his laugh.

"Be serious for once," I urged, rolling my eyes as if he could see what I'm doing from where I was.

Just then he stops and pulls something from his pocket before opening the door and letting my feet plant on the floor, "I am being serious. Fucking you would feel good."

"You said earlier you didn't want to," I enlightened him as he pushed me further into the room with his hand still on my ass.

The room was pitch black with no light anywhere to be found. Atticus closed the door behind us and switched on the lights. "I did?" His face was as puzzled as ever, as if he had never uttered such words in his entire existence.

"Yes, now get your hand off my ass." I honestly didn't want him to, I liked the idea of his hands on me, exploring me. I liked the sensation that shot through my body when his hands were on me, when he was near.