𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨: 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 1
"I'd love to see you in a pretty silk dress"
"Would you?"
"So I can tear it off you"
"If you rip my pretty silk dress I'll blacken your eye"
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Marya Prescott may appear innocent on the su...
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If I were to describe my vision for the next five years, it definitely wouldn't involve me witnessing a burning Porsche while my team struggled to extinguish the flames. Nor would it involve me standing in front of a worn-out body of a woman with curly hair, dressed in a fitted burgundy gown.
I slip my hands into my pockets, using them as a barrier to contain my insatiable curiosity. The possibilities of what my lack of willpower might lead me to do are unknown. Felix discreetly coughs, silently instructing the men surrounding us to flip her over.
The towering figure of a man, his face smooth and devoid of facial hair, crouches down. Using a gentle nudge to her shoulder, she sprawls onto her back, her arms drape protectively across her chest. He delicately brushes aside strands of hair from her face, causing my breath to catch in my throat once again.
My eyes fall over her roughened-up face in a gentle caress, drinking in the olive skin. She is a beauty. She is a vision of perfection. A divine being akin to a sculpted nymph, adorned with otherworldly allure and heavenly lips. Succumbing to my wandering eyes, I surrender to their journey, exploring every inch of her complexion. Undoubtedly, God himself spent an abundance of time crafting her, for her beauty is a testament to centuries of meticulous artistry. Yet, amidst this awe, the memory of this particular culprit who crashed my car gnaws at my thoughts.
The soldato inches nearer to her, positioning his ear above her slightly open lips, and another slash of hot dread pours over me. Fuck me. He raises his head a little and gives us a nod —that's she alive — as he goes to wrap her arm around his neck, her eyes jolt open revealing a swell of blue and brown, and before anyone can react, the girl latches her hands onto his head and catapults a fist square into his face.
The action elicits a groan from Felix as he immediately goes to restrain her. My thumb flies over my bottom lip, smoothing down the wind-bitten texture as I watch Felix hook the curly head's arms behind her back and whisper something into her ear that causes her to steel her spine. With her dress hiked up her thighs, and hair tousled as if she had just woken up or had been dragged through the bushes, the girl resembled nothing more than any Made Man's wet dream.
She writhes beneath Felix's steel hold as he wraps something around her wrists, restraining her. Much to my dismay, she simmers her fire down and lets Felix push her towards me, although something slips past her plush lips which makes an even more pissed off Felix shove her towards me, making her stumble into my arms. The heat of the burning car permeates the air as her soft form feels like a hot branding against me. Its scorching feeling causing a rampage all over my skin, the heat burying deep within.
She, fortunately, balances herself and looks up. The kaleidoscopic eyes peer up at me, with an aggravated sneer in their angelic and superficial presence. How could something so beautiful find a home with someone so malicious?
