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Live for danger

Clammy palms, the blood felt a little colder coursing through my system. My entire body was rigid and crammed to the wall. Her father had long since disappeared since she pulled out the pistol from its hiding spot in the compartment under her desk. I couldn't comprehend how fast everything happened, and I stared at the back of her head, dark chocolate hair shading the left half of her face. Tears seeped into my shirt collar, I didn't know what to do. Without turning round, she slowly put the pistol back down on the desk. My arms were wrapped over my chest, probably in an automated attempt to self-soothe.

She raked her fingertips through her hair, breathed deeply, and finally turned to face me. Apprehensive eyes surveyed my shivering form and landed on my face, concern plastered all over her own.

"Sei proprio un coglione," she muttered softly to herself, frowning seriously as she tested a step towards me. I didn't move, not that I had anywhere to go even if I wanted to, so she kept walking forwards. She placed comforting hands on my upper arms, but all I could think about was what she held in them mere seconds ago.

"I didn't want it to turn out that way, I'm sorry."

Her thumbs rubbed in appeasing circles as she tried to lull me into security. My shoulders tensed subtly, and I didn't open up my arms to her. Clearly I was angry with her, but more scared. What she did was so unpredictable, it gave me a reality check - I didn't know her at all.

"Talk to me, tesoro."

Her voice pleaded, eyes pitying the sour demeanour I displayed.

"You didn't need to do that, all he used against you was words."

I forced out through through my teeth, voice breaking and dry.

Her expression switched from concern to relief, and she tucked my hair back over my shoulder. I frowned, she should be apologetic, not at ease. My arms finally unclasped my body, and pushed her back.

"Lana-"

"I don't even know you."

I interrupted her, shaking my head in disappointment for letting someone this dangerous get so close to me. Accepting my wish for space, Sofia stepped back, putting her hands in her pockets, one of her suspenders slipping loosely from her shoulder.

"What if I accidentally called you what he did? That could have been me in the firing line."

She raised an eyebrow in response, irking me. Clearly she didn't care how much this rattled me. Pulling her suspender up stiffly, the businesswoman battled with what to say.

"Do you really think I would do something so rash, without reason?"

Maybe I had gotten it wrong. 

I folded my arms in defiance, waiting for her to continue.

Please say I had gotten her wrong.

"When Kiera took my father's arm, his coat pulled open. Something glinted in his waistband, I am not stupid, I know what it was."

My arms uncrossed.

"The decision was simple. React and keep you out of danger, or don't react and drop you in it."

She looked at me expectantly and shrugged.

"You saw the way he looked at you, which do you prefer, Miss Willows?"

I wasn't ready to leap into her arms just yet, but I did let slip a smile at her protectiveness. I turned my face to the side to conceal it, keeping my tongue hushed.

Ring embellished fingers slipped onto the wall next to my face, and I startled to the sensation of her other hand on my waist. She held her space, inches from my lips, backlit in the most majestic way by the window. The air was electric and I was mesmerised by the woman, the aura she oozed was magical and somehow sensuously poetic. 

Perhaps I liked the danger.

"Words do not rile me," Sofia uttered, dipping her face down to my neck and inhaling the sweet aroma of my perfume. 

"But hurting the people I love?"

My smile reached the heavens as I clasped my hands around her neck, staring until my stomach felt like it would capsize.

"He shouldn't have crossed my fucking line."

That's it.

I thrust my lips with hers in a triumphant frenzy, ripping those inviting suspensers off her shoulders. That woman dressed impeccably, she grabbed and pushed me roughly over to the desk. Of course, I happily complied and she faltered just before pressing me against it.

"What?" 

I huffed, desperate to get back to it. She slid out the gun that I nearly landed on top of, and my lips formed an 'O'. Still out of breath, I struggled to regain composure at the sight of her holding it so comfortably, she whirled it just once, expertly round her fingers and I could have collapsed, why was it suddenly so arousing? 

"Oh what... now you're into this?"

She teased, soaking up every inch of my lustful stare, relishing in the heightened attention. I said nothing, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights, all I could do was remain holding onto her to keep my legs underneath me. Still clutching the pistol, she boxed me into the desk, forcing me to sit with my legs spread so she could stand between them. my fingertips worked on her shirt buttons, and I heard the gun click. My body flinched, and I sharply sucked in a breath, staring at her hands. The magazine lay neatly in her palm and she was encouraged by my reaction, running the cold metal up my thigh. I gulped involuntarily, chest rising and falling quickly. 

"Did I tell you to stop?"

Her tone hinted a warning, as soft as she sounded. I continued to unbutton, excitement making me jitter in anticipation. I reached the last one and opened her shirt, revealing her toned curves and golden kissed skin. She held my face, moving it up to meet her eyes, my chin sitting comfortably between her thumb and forefinger.

"Don't look away."

She commanded, and I nodded meekly, trying to ignore the flash of sunlight off her pistol as she moved it behind my back. She let go of my face,  using that hand to meet the other behind me, capturing me in an embrace of sorts. Her lips met mine and I drowned myself in her, she smelt so elegant and sugary, flavours melding us together. She moved her lips to my neck, and another sharp sound was emitted from the gun as she racked the slide. My eyes flashed open as I jumped again, grabbing instinctively onto her arms and glancing to the floor just as the round rolled into view.

"You've never been good at doing what you're told, have you?"

I flicked my gaze back to hers quickly, eyes round with angst. Her own were scanning the empty chamber, and she let it spring back before placing it down on the desk beside us.

"I told you to look at me."

She peeled my shirt over my head, and I pursed my lips.

"Sorry," I whispered, pulling up my skirt. She seemed taken aback at my compliance to obey, and I took her hand, guiding it between my legs.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise."