Stalking The Smut Slut
" He says flatly, his head shaking slightly in irritation.
Scotty places me at the door on shaky legs while supporting my waist to keep me from falling. His dark, piercing eyes catch my attention as my eyes slowly move up his body. He is full of secrets, but one in particular keeps yelling at me from within. I delve deeper, scanning his features. But I can not figure out what he is trying to hide. But I can sense it. He slams his palms against the door, one on each side near my shoulders, barricading me in. He towers over me, pressing his broad chest against mine as he brings his head down to my level. The gleam in his eyes has faded, replaced by an animalistic look that is wild, domineering