Liliana’s not breathing. Her eyes are dark and filled with fear or want, I can’t exactly tell.
Eventually I lean back, taking my thumb with me. She gasps when I suck it into my mouth, wiping away the ketchup, tasting a bit of her in the process. I grit my teeth, fighting off the desire to do something stupid like grab her and take all that I require.
“I think I’m good,” I say after a beat. “Finish your food, Liliana.”
Neither of us says much of anything after that. She eats her food quietly, while I watch videos on my phone, waiting.
I’m pretty sure I’ve done more waiting in my life tonight than I’ve done my entire life.
After she’s done eating, I lead her to my car again. After my little stunt, anticipation and desire hangs in the space between us. The drive home takes fifteen minutes. When we arrive, she is immediately distracted, the tension dissipating slightly as she marvels at the structure of my home.
“This is crazy. How rich are you?” she mutters, looking up at the mansion.
“Very,” I state.
She follows me up the stairs and into the house.
“I really, really hate you right now. This place is insane. Do you live here alone? How many rooms are there in this house?” she continues to ramble in appreciation, taking it all in while following me. “Wait, is there a sex dungeon concealed somewhere?”
“Yes,” I answer honestly, still walking towards the stairs. “How’d you guess that?”
She falls to a stop, her eyes widening, “I was joking. God, you have an actual sex dungeon?”
My expression is blank, but she must read the truth on my face well enough.
“Damn. So, is it like a Fifty Shades of Grey type of sex dungeon? Or the types of torture sex dungeons used in Pay Per View porn?”
I smile, “Would you like to find out?”
“No,” she says quickly, her eyes betraying her nerves.
“Relax, Liliana. I won’t be taking you there.”
That room is only used when I have a particularly sadistic sexual appetite. Usually when I’m riled up or angry. I never hurt the women I take there and everything done is consensual and enjoyable, but I have no doubt it would scare Liliana.
I’m going to fuck her tonight, yes. But a part of me isn’t keen on showing her the worst parts of me.
“Come on,” I prod, when she still doesn’t move. “What are you waiting for? A tour?”
“Wouldn’t hurt,” she shrugs.
I grin, “We’ll start with the bedroom.”
She rolls her eyes but comes along as I head over to one of the guest bedrooms on the second floor. The doorknob turns to reveal a lit room and a king sized bed in the middle of it all. Apart from the bed, it’s pretty plain. Untouched. Unused.
Liliana looks around with a blank expression. When I shut the door, she jumps, tension wafting off her. I guess now that we’re alone in such a concealed space, she’s finally remembered who she’s dealing with. Or she has no idea who she’s dealing with and that’s the main problem. I hadn’t seen any recognition in her eyes when I’d mentioned my name. It happens sometimes. My family is pretty popular but not everyone is attuned to the criminal underworld.
I wonder if she’d be here. If she knew.
The answer to that is probably a big, fat no. So I resolve to take every advantage I can get from that.
“Nervous again?” I question, moving to stand in front of her.
“I can’t figure you out,” she replies softly, looking up at me.
Reaching for a strand of hair on the side of her face, I gently push it aside. It might be time to take out the big guns. No more tiptoeing around the edges. I need to make it clear why she’s here.
“I’m a pretty open book, little siren. Right now, all I need is to make you wet and horny enough that you’re begging for my cock. And then I’m going to slide it into you achingly slow before inevitably losing all composure and fucking you hard enough that you’ll feel me days later.”
