Page 13 of Blinded By The Sun
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Who names their dog, Poutine?That’s what I want to ask Ciro but I keep my mouth shut. I stand near the door watching as he gets things out of what I assume is a closet. They look like very expensive clothing. I say nothing as he drops each and everyone of them. Ciro stops in the middle of the room. “That’s your makeshift bed today, no complaints.”
Why would he think I would complain? I sigh and make my way to the pile of clothes on the floor. I lay down and turn away from facing him. “What the hell are you doing!” Ciro raises his voice a little.
I didn’t hear him move, so it shocks me. “You said this is my makeshift bed and to not complain.” I risk a glance at his face and he furrows his brows. He looks ready to eat me alive.
“What? I was talking toPoutine. Why the hell would I tell you to sleep on the fucking floor? Get the hell up, Kingsley. You’re pissing me off.”
I sigh and stand. “Then next time, be a bit more precise,” I say lowly.
Ciro grabs me by the back of my neck and makes me look at him. “Say that again. Say that shit to my face and while looking me in the eye.”
I blink. I’m not sure if this is a challenge or a request. I brave it as I open my mouth. “Next time, be a bit more precise, sir.”
I feel like seconds, minutes, years go by before Ciro says another word. He gets closer to me and I feel his body heat. Well, not only that but his dick is poking me showing he’s rock hard. Ciro breathes hard and I don’t take my eyes off him just in case he hits me. Ciro grunts like some unhinged animal and then he leans in, capturing my lips harshly. I hold on to him for dear life as he shows me the power he has in a kiss. His hands find their way into my wet hair and traps his fingers there. I moan into his mouth as his tongue fights for dominance over mine. At first, it feels like two people battling for control, but then not even a moment later, everything shifts. Ciro’s kisses are less about dominating and more about pleasing. I don’t know how I know that but I just do. His lips, his tongue, his kisses take me for a journey into his world. I can’t think about anything else other than him and this.What’s my name again?
Ciro pulls away from me and pushes me to the bed. I watch him and take him in. He’s like a warrior with his perfect physique but his face is that of a vengeful angel, one whose face is made of the finest clay. I sigh, watching him as his chest rises and falls. He looks angry, yet I’m not scared. I dare myself one more time and I look him in the eye. Ciro’s eyes grow a paler blue than they were minutes ago. He looks at me as if he has murder on his mind. I grow self-conscious, but I can’t look away. Something is telling me to not look away, so I don’t.
“I’ll go shower first then you. After I’m done, I’ll leave you some of my clothes to sleep in. I don’t cuddle, so don’t fucking touch me when I sleep, ” he commands. He walks off and I wonder why I can’t hear him walk away when I’m looking right at him. His back view is beautiful, like a sculpture.Oh man, what an ass.
Ciro stops mid-walk and turns back to look at me with a cocked brow. “Did I say that out loud?” I ask.
Ciro smirks and continues his saunter into the bathroom.
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When I’m left alone in the room with that enormous dog that could be mistaken for a damned pony, I move over to hide under the sheets. This turns out to be the wrong move becausePoutinejumps on the bed and hovers over me. I can’t seem to do much because I’m terrified. Nothing happens for a moment and I hear whimpers. I feel the gigantic monster’s snout poke me, and then he whimpers again. I slowly poke my head out of the sheets and the big monster gives me puppy dog eyes. I stick out a shaky hand and pet him. I quickly draw my hand back under the sheet. If a dog could frown, this is what I would sayabout Poutinerights this instant. He leans in and rubs his snout on the side of my face. “What?” I whisper. “I don’t know what you want. You scare me.” I confess toPoutine.
Poutinewhimpers again and moves, laying down beside me. He looks at me as if he can see what’s troubling me. I don’t know what to say, but the morePoutinewhimpers, the sadder I become. I get lost in these almond-shaped brown eyes of his and my lip trembles. I take a deep breath in and I remove my arm again. I pet him andPoutinedraws closer. I sniffle because I feel like I’ve just made a friend, someone who understands me and how sad things were before.Poutineis like his owner; he gives me something that I know I need. Ciro may be scary, big and dangerous as ever, but there’s something about him that pulls me to him. I don’t believe that I’ll ever fall for him or him fall for me, but I believe that if I do my best, he can take care of me better than anyone else… It’s what I want, isn’t it? Just to be somewhere, where I’m not hated for the gender I was born as or me not looking like my siblings. Just to be Kingsley Storm, not Turgenev, because I didn’t deserve his last name.
