Steel Grip

"Would you kill for me, pretty boy?" I purred, reveling in the bolt of fury that lit up his steel eyes. It caused my belly to quiver.
He gave me a hard grunt, the brief flicker from the tip of the cigarette hanging from his lips throwing his hard edges into view.
"If he so much as thought about fuckin touching you, I'd kill him and you, just for good measure." That guttural growl rumbled through me, like it always did. I allowed my mouth to curl into a smirk, slowly running my tongue across my bottom lip - his gray orbs followed the movement, and I knew he was thinking about the other night as his jaw clenched.
Damn, it almost sent me over the edge when he did that.
"And, death?" My voice was a light, innocent, trill. "Would you die for me, Kane?" That wide-eyed look pissed him off, and I enjoyed that. Tonight was no different as his thick fingers curled into my hair, wrenching it painfully as he brought me against him. His arousal was already ready, and very prominent. I gave him another demure smile, to which he responded to by blowing smoke into my face.
"How?" he snarled, flicking away his cigarette before using that free hand to wrap around my neck. His fingers tightened, hard, and it was delicious.
"We both know you're the only thing that can kill me."
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Harley Quinn and the Joker learned all they know from these two.
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Clearly Mature AF. Let me know what y'all think. I put this under romance category, because that's the main thing, but it's far from romantic.
Unless you're twisted, like me.