11
Within an hour, we’ve discussed psychology,Tartuffe,and Ted Bundy—an eclectic mix of conversation. Elijah’s easy to talk to. Easier to stareat.
The champagne is nearly empty when he excuses himself, and here I sit, like a sore thumb amongst New York’s elite socialites. I watch them dance to the trendy music pumping through the speakers. They laugh and flirt, ordering bottles of expensive vodka and champagne by thedroves.
While everyone here looks like a somebody with their designer clothes and surgically sculpted faces, I wonder if maybe they’re more lost than I am. Surely, most would lose themselves trying to keep up. Trying to fit in within such a world ofextravagance.
I’m busy studying the subtle nuances of the crowd when I feel a hand on my seat. I glance up as Elijah pulls out mychair.
“I want to dance with you,” he says, taking myhand.
He leads me toward the swarm moving in beat beneath the flashing strobe lights. Maybe it’s my own paranoia, but I swear, several women stare at us. I wonder if they’re curious what he’s doing with me. Maybe they’re questioning who I am. If I’m his newest toy, because a man such as this must have women as playthings.
Elijah’s hand skims the small of my back, then he turns me, bringing me flush against his body. Even though I’m five-seven, I feel petite next to his tall frame. His hands move to my waist. His fingers sweep the flare of my hips before he grabs ahold of them. He must guide women just like this when they fuck him from the top. This has to be how he holds them, because this touch feels sexuallycharged.
He moves slowly. Sensually. Like sin. Sex. Each roll of his hips holds a promise, and I find myself closing my eyes, indulging in the way he feels againstme.
He treats seduction like a fine art, as though he’s Van Gogh or Picasso, and I’m the blank canvas begging for the stroke of his brush. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of my throat, and goosebumps scatter along my arms. “What are you thinking,Demi?”
How you must look when you fuck women.“That I like this song,” I whisper through my tighteningthroat.
A low chuckle rumbles next to my ear and quickly travels down between my thighs. I’m almost ashamed of the effect this man has on me with minimal effort.Almost…
“That’s not what I’m thinking,” hesays.
I swallow. “Oh?”
His fingers ghost along my spine until he’s fisting my hair. I close my eyes, and his hold on my hair tightens before he moves his lips mere centimeters from mine. I can taste the champagne, the mint on his breath. “All I can think about,” he says against my mouth, “is how badly I want you. And I’m a man who gets what he wants, my sweetDemi.”
Anticipation snaps through me like a live wire, humming and crackling in my veins. Without another word, he leads me to the emergency exit on the side of the rooftop and ushers me through the doorway into thestairwell.
The music fades into the background as the door closes with a heavy bang. The emergency lights cast a hazy, yellow glow over his face. Tilting his head, he outlines my lips with his fingertip. “Do you know what I’m thinkingnow?”
“What?”
“How perfect your lips would look wrapped around mycock.”
My heart pounds. No man has ever talked to me like this. I’m so far out of my element that I don’t know how to respond, but the dampness between my legs begs me to dosomething.
The corner of his mouth kicks up in a slight smirk before he pins me between his hard body and the wall. I expect a brutal kiss, but instead, he rolls his lips along my neck, blowing warm breaths against my skin every few seconds while one of his hands tangles in myhair.
“You’re gorgeous.” He nips at mythroat.
It feels like I can’t drag in enough air. I knot my fingers in his shirt, pulling him closer while his other hand inches the hem of my skirt higher and higher. I’m wound so tight I fear I may detonate at anymoment.
Thedark.
The muffled noise from therooftop.
The fact that I have no idea what he’s going todo…
I’m absolutely invested, even though I’m scaredshitless.
He tugs my hair. “I know you’re a good girl, but I want you to pretend to be bad when you’re withme.”
Then his mouth is on mine. My inhale catches. A daring thrill darts down myspine.
The kiss is gentle. Timid until he catches my bottom lip between his teeth, and his fingers wrap around the back of my neck. His tongue thrusts into my mouth while his hand slides further up my thigh. I find myself widening my stance. It’s as though I’m no longer in control of my own body, like I’m merely a puppet on his strings.Jesus.I’m about to let this man finger fuck me in the stairwell of a high-end condobuilding.
