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“Have a good evening, Mr. Wolfe—” was all I heard before the doors shut us in alone, and as the elevator made its descent, I pushed Jesse up against the wall and cupped his erection in my hand. He groaned in my mouth, and I swallowed it down, taking what was mine and letting him in on a taste of what was to come. The beast inside me roared in anticipation, and as the elevator came to a stop, I backed away, my eyes roaming all over his swollen red lips and glazed expression.
So pliant… He has no idea this night is not for the faint of heart.
He looked as though he might fall over, so I took his hand again, leading him out the doors and through the lobby of the building to where I could see the limo pulling up outside the main entrance.
My body hummed, already lit with desire and a thrill of what was to come, and as the driver opened the door for us, I moved Jesse ahead of me, watching with eager eyes as he slid down the leather, making room for me.
“I hope you’re not tired tonight, because there’s no sleeping when the wicked play. And by the end of tonight, that’s going to include you. Don’t forget your safe word.”
14
Salvatore lived on the top floor of Westport’s most luxurious residential building, the Astor, and as he keyed us in, I quickly realized his condo took up the whole floor. He pushed open the door and moved aside to let me enter first, and when I did, I was stunned at the sheer size of what I was seeing. The room was one big open space with wall-to-wall windows on two sides that showed off the glittering cityscape. It was a comparable view to the 360, if not better, and I found myself walking across the room for an even better look.
“This is unbelievable,” I said, looking out at the distant lights of the boats in the harbor. “You can almost see my place from here.” I shook my head, amazed, and when Salvatore still didn’t say anything, I turned in his direction—but he was gone.
“Salvatore?” I spun around, expecting to see him standing behind me or getting us drinks from the bar that was near the entrance, but he wasn’t in the room with me anymore. A second later, the lights went out and I heard something snapping into place behind me, whatever it was plunging the room into total darkness. Some kind of shutters must’ve come down to cover the windows, because I could no longer see the city lights—I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face.
“Salvatore? Where are you?” I called, my senses heightening as I tried to pick up on any noise, any movement that would alert me to his presence. But I heard nothing. It was like he’d vanished into thin air, leaving me in an unfamiliar, locked room with no way to escape.
Maybe the power went out? Holding my hands out in front of me, I shuffled back toward where we’d come in, or at least that’s where I was aiming. I stumbled into something hard, my shin smacking into the edge of it enough that I knew it’d leave a bruise, and I cursed and reached down to feel out the object. A coffee table, maybe?
“It’s not the best idea to leave a clumsy little lamb on his own in the dark, you know,” I said, trying to sound unconcerned when in reality my heart was drumming out a crazy staccato. Salvatore didn’t answer, and when I didn’t hear anything, I kept moving slowly and carefully, not wanting to slam into any other furniture.
Finally, my outstretched hands reached a wall and I patted my way down it, looking for a light switch. It took a couple of minutes, but I found a set, and I flipped each of them on.
Nothing happened.
I tried again, but the lights were dead, and this time when I called out, I could hear my panic beginning to set in. “Salvatore, come on, this isn’t funny anymore.”
A slow creak sounded from somewhere to my right, and I kept my hands on the wall as I moved in that direction. “Is this some kind of game? You win, okay?”
Again, no answer, but there was another sound, like nails running along a wall, and beneath my hands an empty space, like a hallway, maybe? I heard the noise again, and I moved in that direction, getting closer when a pitter-patter of footsteps scampered toward me, too fast to be human. Whatever it was drew close, then closer still, and as it brushed by my side, I gasped and steadied myself on the wall, prepared for it to attack. But I only heard its steps on the hardwood grow distant as it ran off ahead of me.
