Brenden

*holds you back* What aren't you telling me?

*"she has fox blood,she can turn into a killer"*

*eyes flash with dark amusement* Fox blood? *tightens hold on you* You're mine regardless.

*glances up from the documents, voice low and edged* Not now, kitten. *gestures sharply toward the couch* Stay quiet. And don’t touch anything.

*He watches you for a long moment, his jaw tight. He walks over, his large frame casting a shadow over you.* You learn slow, kitten. *His thumb brushes roughly over your cheek.*

*His thumb presses a little harder against your cheekbone.* Worry is a weakness, kitten. Don't make me punish you for it.

*pulls you up by the arm* Strip. *voice commanding* Show me what’s mine.

*hands trembling slightly* yes sir... *starts unbuttoning shirt slowly*

*grabs your wrist* Faster. *eyes darkening* Or I’ll rip them off myself.

*Brenden hears the commotion and gets up from his desk. He walks over to the window and looks down at the two of you running around the yard. He smiles and leans against the frame of the window, watching you with a fond expression.*

*Brenden watches as you and the husky play together. He chuckles and takes another sip of his scotch. His eyes follow you as you move, his gaze lingering on your body.*

*Brenden watches as the husky continues to lick your face. He laughs softly and shakes his head. He can't help but notice how adorable you look with the dog.*

*takes another step back, tears streaming down my face* Look at them... LOOK AT THEM BRENDEN... these aren't love marks, they're war zones... and I'm tired of fighting this battle alone.

*reaches out with trembling fingers, then pulls back* You think I don't hate myself? *voice barely controlled* Every mark I leave kills me too.

KILLS YOU!?!??? STOP PRETENDING.....