“I go to the Helique Restaurant often. I’ve never seen you there before.”
“That’s because I’ve only worked there for a week, just over.” She shrugs.
“I see. I doubt the manager is going to give you a good letter of recommendation.” I chuckle and she smirks, enjoying my dark sense of humor.
“I don’t need his letter. I’ll figure it out myself. I always have.”
“Is it just you?” I ask, walking towards where she is standing, admiring the view at the opening of the wide glass doors that lead out onto the balcony.
“Me and my mother.”
“Where’s your father?”
She eyes me up and down, deciding if she is going to answer or not.
“He had a bit of an accident many years ago.” She answers calmly. “He’s not with us anymore.”
If I am reading her correctly, I’d say she isn’t missing him at all. I wonder what happened. I also wonder why it is that this girl makes me want to know everything about her.
As I step close to her, I brush my hand down her slender back, letting it rest for a moment against her body, right at the curve above her ass. She doesn’t push me away and I sense the heat building between us.
“How’s your whisky, Misha?” I ask, eyeing her closely.
She turns her body towards me and lets her eyes drag up and down my height. “It’s perfectly dark, a hint of fire and strong enough to make me shudder.”
“You like dark - don’t you?” I smile.
“I enjoy strength. And those who know how to control it.” Her eyes are bright like an ocean siren, luring me to my death.
“I know all about control, little pet.” I say with a low growl in my voice.
She raises her one brow at me and sets her drink down on the side table.
My cock stirs as I move closer to her, my fingers slowly wrapping around her slender throat. My hand engulfing her neck as though she was a twig. I could snap with the flick of my wrist.
She doesn’t flinch, but her smile grows wider.
Oh - this is going to be a lot of fun.
Pulling her by her throat, I drag her away from the balcony and push her back against the wall. She grabs me around my waist and pulls me tight against her body as I lean down, pressing my lips against hers.
She slips her hand beneath my shirt, letting her warm fingertips trace over the curve of my hip.
As our lips move over each other, she lets out a little snarl and digs her nails deep into my skin. I flinch in surprise.
She wants to fight me.
She wants to play.
I pull back and set a sharp slap across her cheek. “Behave or I will make this hurt.” I warn her. Her lip’s part and her eyes glitter with fierce excitement.
She bites her lip and digs her fingers deeper into my side.
I’m being too nice.
She’s encouraged me to let my real desires come out and play, and she might regret that.
Misha stands up on her tiptoes and kisses me, but then bites my lower lip so hard I taste blood.
