“You wanted the truth. Is there nothing you dream about that others would think is disturbing?” Sunshine gave a half-hearted shrug, which told me she dreamed of many things she wasn’t yet ready to share. I would get them out of her, eventually. “And why is it that what I like is disturbing, but someone who likes boxing is normal? Ever wondered where those rules came from and why? Humans have always enjoyed the sport of blood and death. The ancient coliseums are a perfect example. The only difference now is that people hide that they like it or call it a sport which is supposed to be more civilized.”

“That’s different.”

I looked at her, and my lip curled up. “Is it?”

She bit her lip as she thought, and I found myself drawn to the action, how it made her mouth look sexier, and how I wanted to lean across the mat and taste her. I could still taste the sweetness of her skin. Laying the mat aside, I leaned forward, and Sunshine leaned back, her eyes going as wide as a new baby deer. Bracing my hand on the wall behind her, I leaned into her body and could feel the heat pouring off her as her cheeks pinked.

“Uh…” I moaned in her ear, and she shivered, her pulse pounding so hard that I could see it thumping in the side of her neck.

Running my cheek against hers, I closed my eyes and savored the feel of her soft skin.“You make me want to do things, Sunshine, things that would make you scream.”

She swallowed hard, and I realized how that must have sounded to her. I quickly brushed my lips against hers.

“I don’t mean in pain,” I added and watched the pupils of her eyes dilate. “I want to taste every inch of your body as you scream my name. That’s what you do to me, Sunshine. That’s what you make me think about—when I’m near you, I don’t think about the pain or death.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, and I took the invitation and kissed her softly, waiting for her to kiss me back. When she finally opened, I couldn’t stop the groan that made her shiver. Cupping her cheek, I deepened the kiss, and our lips moved in time like a heated dance. Breaking the kiss with a gasp, I pulled back enough to see her eyes. I savored the look of desire that was ready to consume her body.

“I’m not just what you think I am. There’s a lot more to me,” I whispered and then sat back to finish the artwork.