I win..

Clean man?

Haha.

" Clean," I scoffed.

"Squeaky." He winked at me.

No. Don't laugh. Do not laugh Grey.

I bit my lips to prevent myself from doing so.

"I shouldn't have done what I did." He frowned.

"Stop it!" I scowled, "Stop being so freaky charming. I'm not falling for your crap."

"That wasn't my intention Angel, I just…" He seemed lost for words-almost sincerely regretful-so sincere that I felt my heart breaking. His eyes seemed to be a little too hurt. There was more to this man that honestly met the eye.

"Whatever." I sighed and turned away, tossing the pillow to the side.

At that sudden moment, he scooped me into his arms.

"S-Sinister! What are you doing?" I panicked as he carried me through his hall to the room where he worked out.

"You need some help."

"I?" I scoffed, "I need some help? You need some help buddy! You lack help! You're the help-lacker here! Not me! Put me down!"

Within a second, he dropped me on the thin soft mat on the ground.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" He chuckled wickedly.

"I knew it was too good to be true." I mumbled, angrily getting up and facing him, "Why'd you bring me here?"

"You're too weak Becky, it's frustrating."

Excuse you!

I have a white belt in karate… Well, I made it myself after my online training but hell, it's still a belt.

"What?"

"I meant, if someone other than me had seen what you had done, how would you have defended yourself? You should be thankful that I spared you. I do that too often now." He frowned.

"Are you still mad at me?"

He looked at me for a moment and turned to the side tiredly, "No, but don't test me again else I could easily substitute you for those girls."

"You wouldn't do that."

"Keep telling yourself that." He stated with a soft laugh and threw a long stick thing at me.

"What's this?"

"A staff. Hit me."

"What?"

"I want you to try and hit me with it."

"But-"

Before I could say another word, he hit me on my calf with his, "Ow!"

He smiled at that.

"Sadistic freak." I mumbled angrily and tired to swing the staff at him which he effortlessly blocked, "Can I use a lamp instead? I'm much better domestically trained."

He laughed at that, "Tell your killer that."

Bloody Devil.

"My dear killer, " I smiled and swung that staff at him again, "May I please hit you with a frying pan?"

He didn't answer.

"Mikhail would have killed me, wouldn't he?" I frowned as he pushed me against the wall with the staff between us.

I felt something oddly hard against my tummy but he suddenly pulled away.

Furrowing his eyebrows at my question, he scowled, "No. not as long as I'm here."

"I don't understand this whole business you're in."

"That's a good thing." He stated with a subtle smile and I surprisingly blocked his staff from hitting me again.

"No it's not. What you were about to do Sun, it was wrong. It wasn't right."

"Everything I do isn't right Becky."

"Why the hell do you keep calling me Becky?" I asked, with my anger finally flaring.

"Does it bother you?"

"Yes."

"Good." He smirked and hit me on my behind with the staff, causing mine to drop to the floor.

"Bastard," I mumbled, officially pissed off.

He suddenly pushed me against the wall again.

"You just like pushing me back against this wall, don't you?" I frowned, a bit sarcastic.

"You're kind of cute when you are helpless."

"I'm even cuter when I'm kicking your butt." I rolled my eyes.

"Fiesty. It's adorable really." He smiled.

I felt the hard object beneath his clothing when I realized what it actually was.

Slowly, I slipped my hand under his clothing and clasp the object in my hand, gently tugging it.

"Good girls don't play with that." He growled.

"Who said I was a good girl?" I smirked and punched him in the face.

He released me and said something in his native language angrily.

"I hope that means, 'Becky is a beautiful, smart and baddass woman' Sinister."

"That's exactly what it fucking means." He growled at me.

"Can you not be so rude to me, candy-cane?" I teased when suddenly he pulled me towards him, locking me in his arms.

To be frank, I had enough of being the weak one here. I honestly didn't know where I got the energy from b but I pounded on his chest and jumped on top of him, blabbing nonsense like a little girl throwing a tantrum. I pushed him to the ground and just when I thought I was winning, he pinned me down. Hovering over me, I hit him on the chest continuously and went on with my shouting Frenzy. That's when I suddenly felt heated lips crash against mine, absorbing my scream.

Shock laced through me. His lips felt like not what I expected at all. It was hot, demanding and sinfully drugging. The man devoured me, owned me and controlled me and the sad part was that, I liked it. So much for inner feminist. I arched myself up to him, and tasted the devil himself as I twisted my fingers into his long thick hair- tugging gently. He chuckled into the kiss and it sent a warm pleasurable vibration throughout my goose-bumped body.

This man was sending me insane.

Just when I thought he would stop, he didn't. His tongue drifted over mine teasingly and he bit my bottom lip, gently pulling. With his hand on my hip, he eased me back down on the soft rug while I slipped my hand under his shirt. Slightly pulling an inch away from me, I smiled contented that I got what I was trying to get all this time beneath his clothing.

"I win." I breathed softly with an innocent smile and aimed the gun to his chest.