The Enemy’s Baby
igure I misheard. Of course I misheard. As if Rammstein "the machine" would ever care about me. The on
and walk out onto the balcony. Fireworks splay across the sky and I wince when one
lares in me when I realize I'll probably have to call for the maid to help. She'll get
her just to bother her wi
re
iling.Rammstein. He's here in my room, uninvited and with a treacherous look in h
ropped
be, surprised to find it empty. "Oh, thank you. I didn't notice," I whisper,
at me while my jewelry is all asy
s energy feels dangerous. Yearning seems to boil under his surface, ramming m
t has nothing to do with
urs as if knowing what I'm thi
y arms and the back of my
me to throw myself at him and forbid him from going anywhere. He w
g. "If someone finds ou
a flying fuck." Hunger pours from his eyes and I've read him a
tion to enter forbidden territory. I know why he wants me to take it. To get
e waiting for me, waiting for an
f I agree to take y
ist you. Help you ge
. "I could ca
th. "You'd still have
k and is now taking reckless decisions. But he doesn't smell of alcohol and it
en he purrs, "I can't stay away from yo
is so unexpected. The way he's talking and looking at me, speaks of a storm of emotions th
that my knees cave. Whimpering, I fall against his chest and he looks down at me with penetrating eyes. The
owerless. The only thi
head spin and I feel like I'm going to faint when he murmurs that he's locked the door to my room. H
nds on my lower back and my eyes roll back in my head. He brings his face closer
asies of me and Rammstein out in the big world. He'd be my str
m, his eyes flashing with
s. "I want to
if he's unwrapping a gift and showers me with his masculine appreciation. Even before my
past my hips. I tremble so hard it feels like I'm about to have a seizure. "Ram
perfect,
t..
his voice slightly panicky. "Just
y and they feel like velvet on my sk
growl echoing in his che
y underwear, I pull them off. He jolts, clasping his chest at