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Back in the elevator we went, but and I continued to imagine sinking my shaft into his tight ass. Biting his neck until he bled and lapping at the coppery tang of his blood as the wound healed from my saliva. The atoms in my body ached to mesh with his, become one?—
“No.”
Vanni’s head jerked my way, and I cursed myself for unintentionally muttering my refusal of want over this man. His gaze hard, not startled or wary in the least, scanned over every inch of the elevator’s interior as it descended.
I stared back even though he didn’t meet my eyes, a cocky smirk growing as his lesser human abilities didn’t allow for him to see me.
The bell dinged, and he shook his head, lips pursed, while exiting on the floor housing his sex club.
I considered following him inside, learning every last detail I could about the man who more than piqued my interest. Whimpers inside pushed for me to do the same, but we had a female to win over and plans to consider on how we might locate our beta.
Vanni, while a tasty morsel, was no longer of importance.
I needed to focus on the destiny Father had assured me of and the two fate had in store for me.
Chapter 7
Ashley
Vanni had slept on my couch, allowing me to get some rest. Still, we ran a little late getting to work in the morning, and I’d given him my promise to call if I felt threatened at all during the day.
The hours dragged, my thoughts on how comfortable I’d been alone with him in my condo, how he’d been tender and careful about no skin contact while holding me. More than anything, I knew I could trust my master in every way, and the warmth that instilled deep inside me overshadowed fear from the cold, bad eyes.
Five o’clock finally rolled around, and I shut down my computer, so ready for Vanni’s flogger on my back that my hands shook and twinges of arousal woke between my thighs. I had two hours before our scheduled appointment to scene, and I planned to do as I always did to waste time. Even though I needed release from the week-long buildup of sexual tension riding me due to the good stalker, my body required sustenance first.
When I stepped out beneath the darkening sky, both sets of eyes burned from opposite sides, one warm and honey-like, the other cold and biting. A shiver slid over me, pebbling my skin from desire and unease alike.
Master Vanni had insisted I reach out to him if I experienced the same sense as last night, but I only had to walk two blocks to the cafe I visited every Friday before meeting with him. His club sat closer to Midtown, an easy walk on crowded sidewalks where no one would attempt to kidnap me.
If that was their intention at all.
And for some reason, the good eyes made me feel safe, protected from the other. As long as I continued to sense him along with the bad, I didn’t need to bother Vanni.
I turned north, shoulders hitched and chin tucked into my coat against the cold, keeping a sharp eye out. Like me, dozens if not hundreds hurried through the biting air, done with the work day and ready to head home. Traffic jammed in the streets, horns, and the occasional curse were nothing new under Manhattan’s buildings reaching into the dark sky.
I made it to the cafe unmolested, and a blast of heat warmed my face as I pulled the door open. I shuffled inside, erasing the opposing feelings of my stalkers.
After ordering my usual chicken Caesar wrap and green tea, I took the only table available to me—in the front window.
Immediately, goodness rather than the chill I’d feared radiated through the glass, and I hid my smile by ducking my head and sipping my piping hot drink. Sweetness slid over my tongue, and I licked my lower lip before turning to look out the window fully.
People hurried past, most of them on their cell phones, a few abnormal meandering souls checking out the sights rising high overhead regardless of winter’s wind. I scanned everyone who passed by, hoping for a glimpse of eye contact, a hint of whose stare I’d felt walking the mere two blocks from work.
A couple stood across the street on the far corner to my left reading a brochure. Another woman lingered far to my right, just outside the window casing, a frown on her face as she mouthed into the cell held between her cheek and shoulder.
The soft music overhead was lost in the buzz of voices as people came and went the same as every Friday I visited the establishment. Usually, I read on my e-reader until the hours passed, but I found myself unable to focus, my gaze flitting from its screen to the glass beside me more often than not, my skin tingling with awareness.
I gave up on my fairytale book of happily-ever-afters and turned my attention to the crowded sidewalks. The stationary couple and woman had disappeared, but others had taken their places, lingering here and there while more people pushed past in their hurry to get to wherever they needed to go.
Picking mindlessly at the small wart on my pinkie, I scanned toward the left. A solitary figure leaning against the building across the street snagged my attention. He gazed in my direction, and even though I couldn’t make out his face or be sure he even looked at me, my breath caught as a rush of arousal swept over me. I straightened in my chair, my hand falling to my lap.
Wide shoulders encased in a gray coat drew my gaze first, the thicker material doing nothing to hide the fact he spent his working hours in a gym rather than behind a desk.
I craned my neck as people slipped past, cutting him from sight for brief moments.
Casual jeans couldn’t hide the powerful-looking thighs beneath.
A bus rumbled by, and I bit my lip while shifting on my chair, cursing the slow-moving vehicle from hindering my view.
