Smith
Smith
I found him in the training room working with some of the younger guards. The moves he demonstrated reminded me of karate, but with a lot more grappling and wrestling. I watched for about a minute, my rage building equally with my desire.
Why did he have to have his shirt off? Why did his body have to be so god damn perfect? And why was watching him kick these guys" asses making my p***y ache with dozens of very wicked images scrolling through my head like a never-ending porn movie?
Damn him.
I couldn"t f**k him, so I focused on the rage.
"Get out!" I walked up onto the training mat and started taking off my shoes and socks. I glared at Mal as I bared one foot, then the other.
When the Viken fighters he was training looked up at him confused, I repeated the order. "Get o
