Page 219 of Torrid Passion
We’re in the Touch of Sin suite on the tenth floor.
I missed you like crazy.
Get your sexy ass up here. Now!
More instructions in the room when you get there.
Blade.
My stomach flutters with nerves.
I spent the last week missing him, tortured because I was sleeping in his bed and I could smell him, but I couldn’t be wrapped in his arms.
Stop complaining. He’s back. That’s all that matters.
I place the note in my clutch, exit the room and head to the elevators.
I can’t wait to see his handsome face. To touch him. To kiss him. And I can’t wait to be his little slut again and for him to fuck me until my legs are too weak to support me.
When I step off at the tenth floor, I hurry down the corridor to our suite. As I approach, a primal force bubbles inside me. I slide the card into the lock and hear a click. I push the door open and slide inside the room. My pulse speeds up when the door slides shut behind me.
“Loki—”Shit.“Blade?” my voice trembles.
Why am I so nervous?
I place my clutch on the console table, and stand in the foyer waiting for him to appear. After a few short seconds, it becomes clear, I have to find him.
Slowly, I enter the suite.
I look around, but there’re no sign of him.
“Oh, Blade… Artemis is here,” I joke.
I take another few steps in, looking from left to right.
Where is he?
This is my first time inside the Touch of Sin room. Just like all the other suites at Dark Compulsion, it’s impeccably decorated. When I spot a set of double doors leading to the bedroom, my feet carry me there without a second thought.
“Blade?” I call out again.
Still nothing.
The lights are dimmed, setting the mood. Even though this is an expansive room, the eastern king bed—it’s even bigger than Loki’s California king––trumps the space. Larkin has a thing for very large beds. The covers are already pulled back, revealing crisp white sheets. I’m about to turn around when something nestled between the pillows catches my eye.
“A box?!”
I walk to it, lean over, grab it and open it.
“Ooohhh!” I marvel at the black blindfold.
I place the box on the bed and read the little note accompanying it.
My beautiful goddess,
If my slut wants to play… she’ll put the blindfold on and sit on the bed like a good little girl who’s waiting for her Big Stallion.
Blade.
