Just Right (Part 33)
Goldi: Inked in Red
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His shadow crawled across the scuffed floor when the door creaked open and he hulked in, leaving the door swinging. Silent, brooding, eyes scanning the room. They fell on me as he let slip his coat, and I felt the hunger there, that ravenous glare. I felt the rush, my nipples hardening under his t-shirt.
It wasn’t his tenderness I’d felt that first night. His warmth, his passion, his affection. I wasn’t sure it was in his DNA. He was a different animal. Teeth and claws. So different than Red. He ripped out your throat. She slipped between your ribs like the night and plucked out your heart. Both watched you bleed, picking their teeth with your tears.
The thought of it, of them, the way they fucked — the bruises on her neck she covered with makeup, the scratches on his face he didn’t bother to hide — made me wet the first time I’d realized what it was. I thought about the way they’d fucked me — I was like a rag doll they drug along on the floor behind them when they went from room to room, from day to…
