Page 19 of Violent Cravings

“Negotiations?”

“We’re here,” I announce, as the car pulls up into the driveway, diverting her attention back out the window.

She appears confused when I help her out of the car. Her green eyes scan the surroundings in bewildered haste.

“I thought we were having dinner… before,” she says, suddenly seeming a lot smaller than she actually is.

“We are having dinner,” I say. “At my place. Well, one of my places.”

“Oh.”

She fixes her skirt again, and this time I don’t stop her, but I let her know what I think of it with a telling look. She catches my gaze and lifts her hands away from the material immediately, casting shy looks my way as I lead her through the entrance, my hand at the small of her back.

The entrance lobby is deserted as always, only the concierge greets us with a quick nod, recognizing me immediately.

“What a nice place to live,” she remarks randomly as we enter the elevator.

“I don’t actually live here,” I say. “It’s just a place I stay at when I have business in town. I live out in the country most of the time.”

“Right,” she says, watching as I hit the button for the penthouse floor.

The door closes, and her nervous breath tells me that she expects me to jump her. That’s what happens in the movies as soon as a couple finds themselves alone in an elevator, right? And I can see why. The small enclosure provides a degree of intimacy that a normal-sized room doesn’t, but the privacy is only temporary, adding a degree of excitement.

She tenses up next to me, her eyes meeting mine when she dares to look up. Her expression is laced with anticipation, and the way her tits heave under the thin fabric of her sheer blouse is driving me insane. I want to rip that blouse off her beautiful body and push her against the wall to have my way with her. My entire being yearns for this girl, fueled by almost a year’s worth of self-inflicted abstinence.

Not a moment too soon, the elevator doors open, releasing me from the temptation.

Soon. Soon, I’ll be able to do all of those things that I want to do to her.

The elevator leads right into the penthouse, which she finds surprising. Her mouth and eyes widen in awe as the light-filled hallway opens up in front of us.

She’s shy and doesn’t dare to move until I place my hand at the small of her back to gently push her forward. The sun is just about to set in front of the floor-length windows opposite us, and while I’m used to the view, it’s astonishing to her. She’s naturally drawn to the spectacle of orange and bright violet colors outside, casting their warm streams of light inside the living room.

“Wow,” she breathes, as she approaches the window and is finally close enough to touch the glass. There’s something childlike about the way she admires the view. Something so innocent and pure that even I can’t help but be affected by it.

“It’s quite a sight,” I admit.

She huffs.

“Quite a sight,” she copies me. “I can’t think of anything more beautiful than this.”

“I can.”

She turns around to face me, tilting her head to the side with a questioning expression. “Like what?”

I take a step forward, touching her cheek as I lean in closer to catch her eyes with mine.

“You,” I whisper. “And I bet this sunset doesn’t match the glow on your cheeks when I make you come. Again and again.”

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