The Sins of Anna

"What is it?" I ask quickly, clearing my throat, looking up to meet his gaze. I watch his expression fill with concern for some reason.

"Jesus Anna, are you okay? You face is all red." He rushes over putting his forehead against mine as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

I panic sitting back waving my hands between us. "I\'m perfectly fine." I say quickly though I stumble with embarrassment so much it sounds like a lie.

"You don\'t have to lie to me. Tell me what\'s wrong he grabs my hand." It lasts only for a moment when I hear the sound of a click and the look in Jacks eye turn to agitation.

"Do me a favor and refrain from touching what\'s mine," Ren growls behind Jack, holding a gun to the back of his head.

"You son of a bitch, she\'s not an item you possess." He growls not daring to move. Ren pulls the gun back and re-holster it. I watch his grin appears as he walks over protectively wrapping an arm around my shoulder and kisses my cheek.

It was a grin that had many faces I shiver a little knowing the danger this smile had behind it. I notice a brown paper bag in his arms but now is not the time to ask.

"Nope not an item, she\'s my most precious fiancée, so do us both a favor and learn to keep you hands to yourself before I remove them. I watch him turn that wicked grin on Jack as he says it. Jack who normally isn\'t afraid of anything, stood stepping away, he looks cool as a cucumber, but his fists where clutching tight and shaking at his side, Ren put the fear of god into him within a matter of minutes, Hell seconds.

"Your father was wondering if you where awake, go see him when you\'re dressed." He spat out, quickly turning on his heels storming out. Though if I didn\'t know better it look more like her was running.

I folded my arms across my chest. Yeah, he was to close for comfort, but Jesus Ren was even more the possessive bastard this morning. Even after such a wonderful night of passion. Oh, wait that was a dream, I tap my nail on my lip in thought. Was so sweet though can\'t blame me for wishing it real. The sound of the paper bag crinkling as Ren tossed it on the bed. Now that I get a good look, he was wearing well fit jeans, his dress shoes, his gray button-down dress shirt which he didn\'t bother to do the top three at all, and he was shrugging off his leather jacket now. His hair was falling in his face. He glances at me not missing my poster and look of irritation at his actions. However, it doesn\'t faze him, that or else he isn\'t completely buying it, that I\'m mad at him for what he did. Because he smirks almost snorting with amusement. Damn it, if he could stop for like one day, looking like sin served up on platter, especially with that dream still fresh in my mind, maybe I could actually stay mad at him for more then five minutes, when in his presence.

"What are you thinking about?" His smile big and seductive as ever. His hand slides under the covers. Feeling it graze against my though. I bit my lip trying to forget the damn dream. His eyes however beam, his hand slides up under my night gown gently running along my though. My body moves for him giving more access. "Miss me this much." I glare at his amuse playful smile.

"Don\'t think just because I want you so much, I am not upset with how you handled that." I feel him slip his hand against the outside of my panties. I bite my lip harder trying to control myself. The taste of blood now in my mouth.

"If I knew you would wake up this horny, I wouldn\'t have left, to give that bastard a chance to get so close. Beside you know you love it when I claim you belong to me and only me." His playful smile grows bigger as I fight the urge to smile with me at the thought of belonging to him and him alone. I look over eyeing the bag.

"What is it?" I ask trying to keep my focus as Ren\'s hand slips under the panties his body crawling up over me.

"You really want to know?" I nod eagerly. He laughs "Maybe I should make you wait till after."

"Don\'t be mean." I pout.

"Angel face, being mean, would be not finishing what I started, and I get no greater pleasure then listening to you scream my name with those beautiful lips as I pleasure you." I was now fucked metaphorically and literally. What was in the bag, what had just happened with Jack, it was all the last thing on my mind.