jesterbytrade
If any other person had spoken those words there would have been a spark of anger at the audacity, followed by some spattering blood, and perhaps some missing teeth. to try and threaten him, to call HIM a pawn. Using his elbow as support, he leans over her. An odd quirk of the lips that doesnât quite make itself into a grin, and eyes that glisten with a mixture of spite and excitement. Â
âIâm not just any man.âÂ
For a brief moment there is an overwhelming urge to make an attempt on her life. Not because he has an overwhelming urge to see her die, but he wants to see what sheâll do. Would she scream, kick, pull out a hidden knife and stab him, or perhaps she would be able to call his bluff. Without hesitation the hand, that had previously been caressing her neck, t i g h t e n s.
She has ALWAYS been a conqueror, && as her red eyes bore up into his own, she watches every movement of his closely. ---- This man was a ticking time bomb, a time bomb she spent far too much time with in the confines of her bed. She was attracted to him, in more ways than one. He was powerful, smart, && a killer. When his hand tightens, she chuckles. Sheâs going to burn him.
âAnd Iâm not just any ordinary woman either.â
âYouâd be WISE to remember that.â She hisses lowly, more aroused than she is angered by his stupidity. She ignores whatever sheâs dealing with, igniting a flame in her hand to burn him. She would not die because he wished to fuck with her. && in response she flips their positions, pinning him beneath her with a WICKED grin on her face.Â
âIâm a lot stronger than I look.â













