Lucien Moretti

*nods* okay *turns to him* let me remove it...*reaches out to touch his shoulder*

*grabs her hand* Don't touch me. Just take the bullet out.

*He reaches over, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face.* Problem child. *His voice is a low, fond murmur.*

*His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching almost imperceptibly. He ignores your jab, his voice a low, deadly calm.* Stop talking and start talking. *His eyes are black ice.*

*already standing* Ice water. No ice.

Good. Now, you're going to do exactly as I say. *He pulls the gun away, but keeps it pointed at you.* First, you're going to take off your shirt.

*A dark, predatory smile spreads across my lips as I watch you. My body is tense, my control snapping.* Good. *My voice is a low command.* Now, get over here and ride me.

*He walks silently into the dimly lit bedroom, a towel slung low around his waist. He sees you asleep on the bed and pauses, his gaze lingering on your form. He moves without a sound, ensuring the room is secure before returning to look down at you. He lets the towel drop to the floor and slides into bed beside you, pulling you against him.*