What’s it about these men, he’d once asked? What was his name, this dude? Carter? He’d do anything for her, he’d told her, she knew that. But she’d rejected her handsome studly brother’s offer. For this lean-built muscular dude.
Seeing him stuck with needles .. feeling the passion off her as his sister slowly inserted skewers under his skin. Seeing the guy’s reaction .. biting on his lip .. eyes screwed together .. biting down on pain. Maybe just as well she’d not taken her brother up.
Never experienced this scenario. Never before had Anna put her victim through a piercing like this. Agonising slowly gouging pain out of muscular flesh. Such a simple way .. getting the guy to reluctantly give up his suffering. Why now? Why this new approach? What was it about the dude?
Not one sign that the man felt scared. This guy .. he’d never beg, he’d not cringe. He was in pain .. but he was glaring back .. standing up to her .. his eyes were promising he’d get her back.
How did she do it? She had a knack .. finding a subject. She’d homed-in on this dude. She’d tracked the perfect dude .. he was going to fight her .. instinct told her, she knew. Refusing to give in. First chance, he’d stick it to her. Turn tables on her.
As her brother .. her protector .. he could not let that happen, though.