Hi Sixsunday Peeps!!!!
This is from my newly finished and subb’d erotic story ‘Running Home’ …
“You don’t fucking tell me what to do, when I am the man holding the gun to your chin –. “
Peter’s rant was cut off by the sound of the front door banging open. Tom dropped his gaze and almost died on the spot when he saw Jo standing, framed by the massive oak structure with a carving knife gripped in her shaking hands.
Tom stared in horror at the state of his beautiful little Jo. Her dark hair was matted with blood, the usually silken strands looked brittle and dull. Bruises marred her perfect face, and the wild, broken expression in her eyes made his heart crack into a thousand pieces.