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