“Gonna stab me in my home?” I asked, shamelessly grinding my behind on his groin area in a slow, almost unnoticeable motion — a lazy, deliberate roll of my hips that I could pretend was accidental if I needed to.He chuckled, low and unhurried, like he was genuinely getting amused. Like nothing about this situation alarmed him.I believed he should care about where he was bleeding from. But he didn’t.He was losing blood, warm and slow somewhere beneath his light clothing, but he was entirely focused on being amused by the stranger he had broken into her home — as though I were the more interesting emergency.“Would you mind, sweetheart?” He asked, his lips closer to my ear, and the warm air from his mouth hit the shell of it, grazing the sensitive curve, sending tingles rushing down my spine and pooling straight to my core.“I’m not the one losing blood.” I answered, my voice steadier than I felt. My body heat was increasing with each slow second that passed, a low simmer climbing to
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