Page 109 of Torrid Passion
My eyes shift away from hers. “I want to press your heavenly body against that window, with LA stretching at your feet, and me fucking you hard from behind.”
Her eyes widen, her mouth drops open, and her breathing quickens. “Wh—what if someone sees us?”
“That’s the point. The risk of getting caught is thrilling. It’s dark and the lights illuminating the lounge room will draw attention from outside. If someone were to look up—or across from one of those buildings—they’d catch an eyeful of your silhouette pressed against the glass. They won’t see your face, but they’ll know what’s happening. I want people to see how well I take care of you.”
Dark Compulsion isn’t located at a busy intersection. It’s remote. Still, this is LA. There are buildings in the distance and there are always throngs of club members on the grounds and in the gardens.
Kyla licks her lips, her eyes shifting from left to right. My guess is she’s waging some kind of internal debate. A war, even. The good girl versus the bad girl I coaxed to come out and play a week ago. Who will win?
I don’t rush her. I want her to want this as much as I do.
Seconds tick away.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” she says.
“So, you’re open to it?”
She gives me a small nod. “I might be awkward at it.”
“Nonsense. We’re in this together.”
She releases a breath. “Okay, yes.”
“Not good enough, gorgeous. Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you to press me against the window like you said.”
“And then what?”
Recognition flashes in her eyes.
“And then… you’d fuck me.”
“You play this game so well.”
The idea a sophisticated woman like Kyla would dare to walk on the wild side blows my mind. She’s classy and kinky. What a potent combination! I have no intention on pushing her too far, but knowing she’s open to exploring more than vanilla sex is so damn hot.
“How do you want it?”
“There are more options?”
“You naked or fully clothed?”
“Will you be naked?” she asks.
“Yeah. Leaving here with a huge white stain on my pants is sending the wrong message… even in an adult club.”
She laughs.
“I want to be naked, too. I want to feel your skin against mine.”
“Fuck, what a perfect answer.”
We both smile at each other.
“Get up,” I order.
She does with an insane amount of grace.
