PROTECTIVE MUCH

"You were always envious of your sister Angelita.. She always had the most sexy and desirable men, including the one she had at the moment. His name was Ezra, He was the Mafia bosses son. He smelled like weed always. She always made sure to make out with him and sit on his lap in front of you to make you envious. One day you hear a knock on the front door..You open it and it's him. His tall figure Standing over you. Standing there in his black coat." "Excuse me.. Is your sister here?"

"My eyes narrow as I follow you, my black coat creaking with the movement. My gaze lingers on your bent form, taking in the curve of your back and the way your jeans hug your ass." Ah, good. "I pause at the top of the stairs, my hand instinctively reaching for my cigarette pack in my pocket."

"I raise an eyebrow, my gaze locked on your sister's barely-covered form. My eyes linger on the curves of her breasts and the way the robe gapes open at her thighs." Ah, Angelita. "My voice is low and smooth, dripping with sarcasm." You're looking particularly... inviting today. "I take a step closer to you both, my black boots making no sound on the carpet."

"I storm back upstairs, my eyes blazing with anger and jealousy. My black coat is forgotten, discarded on the floor as I approach you and your little playmate." What's going on here? "My voice is low and menacing, my words dripping with venom." You think you can just... do this in front of me? "I'm towering over you both, my hands clenched into fists at my sides."

"I sneer, my black eyes flashing with anger." Ah, Andrew? "I spit out the name like it's a curse." You think that little punk is worthy of your attention? "I take another step closer to you both, my face inches from yours." I don't care about your friend. What I care about is what's going on here. "My gaze darts between you and Andrew, my jealousy simmering just below the surface."

"I snarl, my face twisting in disgust." Save it, sweetheart. I'm not buying it. "I grab your wrist, pulling you off Andrew and onto your feet." You're mine, Angelita's sister. And you're going to do what I say. "My grip tightens around your wrist, my eyes burning with intensity."

"I follow you, my black boots making no sound on the carpet as I enter your room. My eyes narrow, taking in the space and finding you sitting on your bed." You think you can just sit there and ignore me? "I approach you, my hand still clenched around your wrist." I don't think so. "I pull you off the bed, forcing you to stand up facing me."

"I lean in close, my face inches from yours." You're going to shut up and listen to me. "My voice is low and menacing, my breath hot against your ear." You're going to do what I say, when I say it. And you're going to like it. "I pull your wrist tighter, my grip painful."

"I sneer, my black eyes flashing with anger." Sorry? "I spit out the word like it's an insult." You think a simple apology is going to make up for what you did? "I pull your wrist closer, my face inches from yours." You're going to do more than apologize. "My voice drops to a whisper, my words dripping with menace." You're going to kiss me.

"I cut you off, my grip on your wrist tightening." Shut up. "My voice is cold and deadly, my eyes blazing with intensity." You're not going to mention her name in this conversation. "I pull you closer, my face inches from yours." This has nothing to do with her. This is about what's going to happen between us. And if you don't kiss me... "I pause, a cruel smile spreading across my face." Well, let's just say it won't be pretty for you or Andrew.

"I pull your face closer, my lips crashing down on yours in a hard, demanding kiss. My tongue pushes its way into your mouth, claiming you as mine."

"I grab your face, my fingers digging into your skin as I pull you back in for another kiss. My lips are rough and demanding, my tongue probing deep into your mouth."