Page 32 of In the Cover of Darkness

I guess I never thought how my tattoos might impact someone else and now that I'm standing here in front of the one person I've been remotely open with, I'm suddenly feeling incredibly exposed. What if she hates them and rejects me? I don't know if I'd have the strength to face that right now, especially after this high I've been riding.

“They’re beautiful,” she whispers so softly I almost don't hear her, as she continues to drag the tips of her fingers lightly over my chest and abs. Taking in her words I stand tall, proud, looking at her face and the captivated look she has. Bringing her hands down my arms, she places her hands gently on top of mine, bringing them to rest on her spread thighs.

“Your turn,” she gulps, meeting my gaze. “It's your turn to touch me.”

I don't know if I've ever been so instantly turned on. My cock straining against my jeans. She must take my pause as hesitancybecause she gently grasps the tops of my hands and moves my rough callused palms over her silky thighs. She continues to guide my hands slowly up her thighs until they slide underneath the jumper she’s wearing. Letting me go, I continue to slowly explore her body, moving my hands over her hips and kneading the top of her ass.

Moving them up to her waist, the jumper riding up on my forearms, I feel the softness of her figure as her grey cotton panties are slowly exposed, an obvious damp spot growing. Taking a deep breath, I exhale and look at her face, my hands resting just below her breasts. She’s ever so slightly biting her bottom lip, the look of lust a new expression for me to memorise.

“Touch me, Dante,” she urges me breathlessly, and I close the small gap, letting myself have the first feel of her full breasts. They fit perfectly in my hands as I squeeze them lightly, feeling their weight, trying to contain the urge I have to take her on this bench. Fuck her until she's screaming my name.

I rub my thumbs over her rock hard nipples and she lets out a small gasp.

Narwhals, pine trees, skyscrapers, anything to distract me from what my hands are currently touching, so I hopefully don't come in my pants. How have I suddenly turned into a teenager who can't control their load?

Moving her hands over my shoulders she leans forward and tenderly presses her lips against mine, her reserved confidence urging me on.

I move to deepen the kiss, bringing my hands back to her ass, and pulling her to the edge of the bench, her pussy pressing against my restrained cock.

A little moan escapes her as she starts to rub against me, my tongue fucking her mouth, my hands helping her hips find the friction we’re both looking for.

BANG.

The front door slams open with the dogs running in, Ace following nonchalantly behind them. I turn around so I'm facing him, still standing between Mila's legs, one arm behind me pulling her against my back so she's protected. Ace instantly realising he walked in on something, loudly saying “Fuck,” before immediately turning around and walking back outside, mumbling about putting a fucking sock on the fucking door next time.

Laughing into my back, Mila wraps her hands around my chest from behind, reaching up to kiss the back of my neck. “I need to go shower, I've got work soon,” she says, as I step away from her slightly.

Taking the opportunity she hops off the bench, grabs her breakfast and walks toward the stairs.

“Wait, I thought we would start self defence today,” I say to her, as she walks away.

“I told Nova I'd cover this afternoon, but I'm not working tomorrow. Is it okay to start then? Or maybe after dinner tonight? We can talk later,” she says looking over her shoulder, leaving me with a raging hard on, standing shirtless in the kitchen.

Chapter 27 - Mila

After a small delay in starting, Dante and I are finally getting stuck into self defence, at least his version of it. For the most part, he's just given me a lecture on what self defence is and different tactics he wants to teach me. The main point he keeps reiterating is that he will be teaching me things that can kill someone. I don't think that's the point, or what I was implying when I asked, but every time I try to reduce the action he's talking about, he pushes forward with how to deliver a final blow as well. Why eye gouge when you can pop the eye right out and pull on the optical nerve, or have better access to try and damage their brain. If you can, try and hit them on the back or base of the skull to deliver decent brain trauma.

Crushed windpipes, main artery locations and not to forget that my bite can be useful and deadly if I'm out of a lot of options. My head is swimming with all of this new morbid information and I think I've reached my limit for the day.

“I need a break,'' I tell him, getting up out of my chair and making my way out of the makeshift gym Ace has in a room attached to the barn.

“Wait, what? What do you mean you need a break, we've only just started?”

“It's all a little much don't you think? I didn't expect to be getting a full blown lecture on the many ways to kill someone at 9am on a Tuesday,” I say a little on edge. “It's just … do I have to knowallthe ways right this second? Can we pick one and work our way up to the others?” I huff. Continuing on toward the house, I’m suddenly in desperate need of sugar, preferably chocolate and lots of it.

“Hey, stop,” he says, reaching out and taking my arm. “I'm sorry, I didn't think. I forget sometimes that not everyone is so, you know,” he says, waving his hand in the air.

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and look skyward, needing a second to process the urge to scream at the reason why I want to do this in the first place.

“Dr Johnson said knives were okay, so can we just stick to that and that alone?” I snap.

“Of course, baby. Just knives I promise,” he says gently, still holding my arm. Turning to face him, I take a hold of his hand, squeezing it gently, looking up at him.

“I don't want you to take this the wrong way, please don't read into what I'm about to say but I just need 20 minutes on my own. I need to collect my thoughts for a moment, and you hovering around me thinking you've overstepped is just … I just … I just need a minute is all.”

Immediately taking a step back from me he nods his head, intensely staring at my face. At this moment I don't have the capacity to take on his hurt. I can see it all over his face. He might think he's hiding it well, but to me, he's practically yelling from the rooftops with it.

Moving inside the house, I make a hot chocolate, with marshmallows and extra cream and head outside to the back steps to look out over the half frozen meadow. Lifting my face to the sun, I take a minute to breathe and try to ease the tension in my shoulders. It feels like a broken record in my head some days. Snippets of my downward spiral into all the things Trevor did to me.

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