"A gorgeous girl like you shouldn't have to do shit like this," Azrael mumbles, groaning in my ear, teasing me as he nibbles on it.

I moan, biting my lip as I lean my head to the side, giving him more access.

"You are suppose to be pampered; you aren't suppose to do such." He adds, placing a gentle kiss on my neck, pulling me closer to him.

I am too lost in my feelings, not fully registering his words. I feel aroused as I inhale his cologne, wanting to hold him closer: if that is even possible.

Something about this man makes me feel like a teenager, and I do not know if I like how he makes me feel.

"Vivian!" Serena's voice snaps me out of my trance, making me break away from Azrael, which makes him growl, a sign that he is not pleased.

I clear my throat, stepping away from him, putting my gun away; a gun I wanted to use on him.

My head feels foggy, which makes me turn around, ready to leave. But Azrael's voice makes me stop before I can get to the door.

"You are a good person, don't allow yourself to fall into this life," His words make me chuckle, resulting in me turning to look back at him.

"I am not a good girl; I'm far from that. And I have already fallen into this life, and nothing can bring me back to reality." I mutter, looking into his eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" Azrael helplessly asks, making me sigh, turning to look at the door, where I see Serena, gesturing me to run.

"Because bad girls don't get stitches." I answer, glancing at him, before I begin to run to the door, hoping to not get caught.

AUTHOR'S NOTE.