Page 7 of A Dark Infinity

I had to make sure she wouldn’t crumble under the pressure, that she could keep her wits about her. And she did, she exceeded every expectation I had for her. Which is good because as my future wife, there’s a lot she needs to get used to.

Our usual workstation is a stark contrast to the interrogation chamber I subjected Lark to. My office is a sanctuary of sleek design, with frosted glass walls offering a semblance of privacy without sacrificing transparency. Claire’s cubicle sits just outside, a neat and orderly island amidst the sea of my domain.

But it’s not the physical surroundings that occupy my thoughts—it’s Lark. Her presence fills the room even in her absence, lingering like an electric charge in the air. I can’t shake the image of her from my mind. Every time she opened her mouth to answer my question, I imagined her lips parting for my cock, and it stirs at the mere thought.

Turning back to my computer, I pull up the program I need. The Infinity Solutions, with its revolutionary biometric analysis capabilities, offers a window into her psyche. As I review the data collected during the interview, I find myself captivated by the fluctuations in her body temperature, the subtle shifts in her movements betraying her inner turmoil.

Beneath that veneer of professionalism, I know there’s something raw just waiting for me to unleash it. She might look and act a certain way, but her pupils dilated and her breath hitched when I licked her blood and kissed her after she was attacked. My little minx wanted it—me, wanted me. She might not know yet, but I’m more than happy to teach her about the parts of herself she’s unknowingly denied.

As I delve deeper into the data, I can’t help but wonder how deep I need to scratch the surface to show her what she’s been hiding from herself. Lark consumes my thoughts, her image dancing in my mind like a flame flickering in the darkness. It’s been about a month since I first laid eyes on her, walking alone in the rain, and since then, she’s been all I can think about.

The clock ticking away the minutes until Monday is moving too slow, and I find myself craving her closeness again. Watching her from the shadows is no longer enough, not with the memory of her lips against mine fresh in my mind. No, I need more. So much more.

My dick twitches as I close my eyes and recall the way her blonde hair falls in cascading waves down her back, the curve of her lips—it’s etched into my mind like a masterpiece I can’t stop admiring. Fuuuuck, those lips.

I need to see her now, to be near her, to watch over her.

Changing the window on my laptop, I watch the security cameras in her new apartment. All rooms and angles are covered, giving me an all-inclusive access to her when she thinks no one can see her.

I find Lark in the bathroom. She’s slowly peeling her clothes off, careful not to rip the dress I had Claire send over with the gift basket. If my assistant thought the request was weird, she never showed it. She deserves a fucking raise for the dress she picked and the way it hugs every single one of Lark’s delicious curves.

My dick stirs again when Lark is down to her panties, slowly rolling them down her legs. She bends over, giving me a perfect shot of her bubble ass and a hint of her pussy before she stands back up and gets in the shower. She sings softly to herself while lathering her body up with soap. How I fucking wish it was my hands trailing across her naked flesh. I wouldn’t be able to resist her rosy nipples, though. They’re just begging to be sucked on.

I’m hard as fucking rock, and beyond tempted to rub one out while watching her. But I don’t, and I won’t. My cum is for Lark, and I won’t waste what belongs to her. I continue to watch her as she finishes and dries herself off. I’m not happy that she wraps the towel around herself, shielding her naked body from me.

When she gets into bed, I slam my laptop shut and leave the office. It’s time to go visit my little obsession. Leaving the office feels like an eternity, each passing moment intensifying my longing to see Lark. I’m desperate, consumed by a need to be near her. Ignoring the late hour, I slide into my car and speed towards her new apartment.

The city lights blur past me as I navigate the streets, my mind filled with thoughts of Lark. Arriving outside her building, I sit in my car, my heart pounding with anticipation. I pull out my phone and access the security cameras again, checking to see if she’s asleep yet. Satisfied that the coast is clear, I slip out of the car and make my way inside.

Navigating through the dimly lit corridors, I move with practiced stealth, every fiber of my being focused on reaching Lark’s apartment. The hallways seem to stretch on forever, but I press on, driven by an insatiable desire to see her.

When I finally arrive at her door, I hesitate for just a moment before gently sliding my key into the lock, turning the handle and slipping inside. The apartment is shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window.

I move silently, my footsteps barely making a sound as I make my way to her bedroom. The air is thick with anticipation as I stand in the doorway, watching her sleeping form. She looks so peaceful, so vulnerable in the dim light.

With a trembling hand, I reach out and brush a lock of hair from her face, marveling at the delicate beauty before me. My heart pounds in my chest as I imagine her stirring beneath my touch, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine.

Slowly, cautiously, I slide into bed beside her, my heart racing with anticipation. I imagine her turning towards me, her arms wrapping around me in a tender embrace. In my mind’s eye, I can almost feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine, her breath soft against my skin.

For a moment, I simply lie there, drinking in the sight of her sleeping form. And then, with a sense of reckless abandon, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close to me. She stirs slightly, murmuring softly in her sleep, but she doesn’t wake.

As I lie there, holding her in my arms, I can’t help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. In this moment, with Lark beside me, everything else fades away. She feels perfect in my arms, like she belongs there. I wish I could fall asleep here, it would be perfect. But I can’t. I have to leave before she wakes up.

5

Ethan

Mondaymorningarrives,andI'm practically vibrating with anticipation as I wait for Lark to arrive at the office. I've instructed Claire to bring her to me the moment she walks through the door, and I won't hear any objections. I want Lark, and I want her now.

When Lark finally arrives, I can't help but notice that she's wearing the same dress from the interview. Well, that won’t fucking do.

"Lark," I greet her with a charming smile as she enters my office. "It's good to see you again. But I must say, I expected something a bit... fresher for your first day."

Lark shifts uncomfortably under my gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Drake. I didn't realize—"

"Call me Ethan," I interject smoothly, cutting off her apology. "And no need to apologize. Consider it a learning opportunity. As my assistant, you’re the first face clients and investors see. Presentation is everything, so you need to look the part if you want to succeed." That sounds like a reasonable request, I think.

As I speak, I notice Lark's gaze lingering on me, her eyes filled with a mixture of uncertainty and something else that I can't quite place. It sends a thrill down my spine, knowing that she's looking at me like that. Like I'm the only thing she sees in the room.

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