Beyond The Pale

We're always drawn to something we can't have.
I just happen to be drawn to a criminal, a man who is beyond the pale.
"Mi Amor, put the knife down." His words were so calm and husky. They weren't suppose to arouse her. She was holding on to the butcher knife with her dear life.
"How do you know where I live! You shouldn't be here." Her voice wobbled, the first sharp stab of anxiety hit her when he took a step towards her.
Why was he here?
She stared in fear at the man in front of her. His naked chest glistened with sweat, his body tight, muscly and toned.
Mouth watering.
In the dim light of her kitchen, her eyes managed to travel over the tattoos on his right peck and bicep.
"I shouldn't, but I am." He gave a slow sexy smile at her as he put his hands up in surrender. Her eyes widened at the evident bulge that was restricted in his black sweat pants.
"Get out!" Before she knew it, he had lunged at her. Her knife now at her throat.
"Silencio."
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