Page 6 of Dark Seduction

He laughs, a deep, warm sound that makes me smile. “There’s no check, it’s all on my tab.”

I frown slightly. “Well, in that case, let me pay you back by taking you out to dinner. Though on my budget, it might have to be Chik-fil-A.”

He leans forward, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that causes my blood pressure to spike. “The only thing I want is more of your company.”

I sense a sexual undertone in his words, making my pulse quicken. He glances out of the window toward a nearby skyscraper, then looks back at me.

“I own a penthouse in that hotel,” he says smoothly. “If you’d like a change of scenery.”

My pussy clenches at the thought, and I can barely suppress the excitement in my voice. “Sure,” I say, my heart racing.

He smiles before standing up and offering his hand. “Let’s go.”

As soon as the elevator doors close behind us, we're all over each other. Our lips collide in a hard, deep kiss as his big, strong hands roam over my body with a possessive urgency. I can feel his hardness through his slacks—there's no doubt his cock is huge.

The elevator starts to ascend, and Lev pulls back just enough to growl, "I want you right here, right now."

A jolt of nerves hits me. "What if we get caught?" I gasp, my voice breathy with excitement.

He smirks, hitting the stop button. "This is the penthouse elevator—nice and private."

Before I can respond, he pounces on me like a wild animal, pressing me against the elevator wall. His hands slide under my shirt. His touch sets my skin on fire, and I moan into his mouth as he kisses me fiercely.

The thrill of the moment, the danger, the sheer intensity of his desire, all make me feel alive in a way I haven’t felt in ages. My hands fumble with his belt, desperate to free him, to feel him inside me. Lev groans, a deep, primal sound that sets my blood on fire.

This is insane but I don’t care. All I want is him, right here, right now.

He quickly opens my button and zipper, exposing my lacy black panties with a delicate floral pattern that’s just a little bit naughty. His hand slides across my flat belly, then down into my panties. The second his fingers make contact, I moan, a desperate sound that echoes in the small space of the elevator. This is what I’ve been craving since I first laid eyes on him.

“I love that you’re so fucking wet for me,” he murmurs.

I moan and nod, my hips instinctively bucking against his hand. He teases me at first, his fingers skimming over my clit, then dipping lower to explore my slick folds. The teasing drives me wild and I whimper with need.

Then, without warning, he plunges two fingers deep inside me, his thumb circling my clit with perfect pressure. I cry out, gripping his shoulders as waves of pleasure crash through me. He works me expertly, his fingers moving in a rhythm that has me teetering on the edge of release.

“Come for me,” he demands, his voice a low growl.

With a final thrust of his fingers, I explode, my orgasm ripping through me with incredible intensity. I cling to him, gasping for breath as pleasure floods every nerve in my body. He continues to work me through it, his touch both commanding and surprisingly tender.

He’s dominating, and to my surprise, I like it. As I come down from the high, I look up at him, my eyes glazed with satisfaction and awe. He pulls his fingers from my panties, licking them clean with a satisfied smirk.

“That was incredible,” I whisper, still trembling.

He chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “We’re just getting started, Dalia.”

I shiver with anticipation, knowing that this night is far from over.

We stumble out of the elevator and into the penthouse suite. The room is incredible—plush carpets, sleek modern furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the Chicago skyline. But I barely register any of it, my focus entirely on the man in front of me.

He looks at me with the eyes of an animal who's just spotted his prey, like a beast in desperate need of a rut. His gaze is intense, almost feral, and it makes my heart race.

“That was so fucking sexy, watching you come like that,” he says, his voice dripping with lust. The words make my knees weak, my body trembling with anticipation.

He steps closer, his presence overwhelming. “From now on, you’ll refer to me as sir. Understood?”

Sir?

Why the hell not?

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