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In my madness I am sharp like an arrow, years of training and practice paying off now, thousands of hours where I stalked and hunted, swooped in like an owl in the night, snatched my prey like an eagle in flight.
The alley behind the hotel is my way in, and I find the metal side door that leads to the kitchens. Glance at my watch, then lean against the wall near the trash dumpster in my all-black attire and wait. It’s a weekend night at 4 a.m. and the kitchens would have been busy till late.
Sure enough, I barely have to wait ten minutes before the door swings open and a white-aproned kitchen staffer with big headphones on his bobbing head pops out. He props the door open, drags out two heavy-duty trash bags swollen and bulging like my dick right now. Tosses them in the dumpster. I grin as I hear the rats attack.
Just like I’m about to attack.
First thing is to breach the fortress border, and when I hear the staffer release the door-stop and disappear into the hotel, I move quick like a viper, catching the door with my gloved hand before it closes all the way.
Now I’m inside. Hotel blueprint lights up in my brain like a map, directing me to the service stairs. Moments later I’m bounding up the metal back stairs two at a time. It’s forty-six floors up to Amelia’s room, but I’ve got the energy of a mountain goat right now, the persistence of a mule, the single-minded focus of a machine.
My clothes are soaked in sweat when I thunder up the last flight of stairs and see the door marked 46 in white paint. Catch a quick breath, then carefully crack the door an inch, peer into the hallway, exhale happily when I see Amelia’s bodyguards halfway down the corridor, both slumped low in their chairs, staring glassy-eyed at their phones.
With a grin I let the door close. Turn back to the stairs, bound up another flight to the roof. There’s a rooftop restaurant and an infinity pool up here, but this side of the building is sectioned off for all sorts of utility pipelines and water tanks and all the shit that a building the size of a small country needs to stay operational.
The night air is cool, and my sweat-soaked clothes stick to my skin. Doesn’t matter, they’ll be off soon.
In my sling-bag there’s a grappling hook, body harness, and rappelling line, along with my circular glass-cutter. I get to the edge of the roof, take a second to get my bearings, move to the right spot, then harness up, hook my line to a steel pipe-base that could hold an elephant’s weight, and soundlessly swing down to the dark windows of my sleeping beauty, my Rapunzel, my forbidden fairytale princess waiting for me in this fantasy-world I now inhabit.
The windows don’t open, of course. The Four Seasons doesn’t want any jumpers skipping out on the bill.
That’s why I have a glass cutter.
They say a rat can get through any hole big enough to stick its head into. Not quite the same for a man the size of a bulldozer, but I’ve got a German-made glass cutter that’s used by Special Forces assassination teams all over the violent world of alpha men who need to get into tight spaces. It makes a nice big hole that I’ve learned how to twist my body through.
Minutes later the piece of thick round glass pops out, stuck to my handheld suction cup. Carefully I push the glass into the room, my head spinning when the warm scent of Amelia rushes out of the hole.
Fuck, she’s been sweating in bed too, I realize as my dick stiffens so fast it messes up my maneuvering. I have to contort my body like a corkscrew to get my erection past the bottom lip of the glass hole.
But somehow I make it without waking her. Carefully I drop my sling-bag to the carpet, then peel off my clothes. They’re sticky with chilled sweat, and I don’t want my sleeping sweetheart to feel cold before I get her all hot and ready.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the bedroom mirror, and I’m startled by the wild glint in my eyes. Every muscle in my naked body is bulging and pumped. My cock is so erect it’s curved upwards like a sea-monster yearning to touch the sky. Even in the darkness I can see the gleam of fresh pre-cum oozing from its bulbous head.
Amelia stirs beneath the covers now, turning on her side away from me. The covers come off her back, and I groan softly when I see her nightshirt has ridden up over her ass.
Her bare, naked, perfect ass.
Fuck, she’s got nothing on beneath that nightshirt.
My cock throbs and pulses like it’s panting, groaning, straining, yearning.
For a long dark moment I watch her sleep.
Then I slide into bed beside her.
Take a shuddering breath.
And clamp my big palm over her mouth and nose, shoving the scream back down her throat as she bolts awake in wide-eyed terror.
9
AMELIA
The terror transforms to a thrill when I realize it’s him. Still, my heart races as my body tries to process what’s happening, come to terms with the overwhelming weight of Zedd’s leg over my hip holding me down, his massive palm covering my nose and mouth so I can barely breathe, his other hand draped over my chest, pressing my boobs into my body.
He’s naked behind me, and the rock-hard cylinder pressed against my bare ass must be his erection. It feels bigger than a pumping firehose, and my pussy clenches as Zedd’s dick throbs against my butt-crack like it’s alive and seeking.
“Scream and we’re both dead,” comes his low growl against my neck, his tongue snaking out and tasting my cheek, sending a shudder through my totally trapped body. “Nod if you understand, Princess. Or else I’m going to hold my hand over your mouth while I fuck you.”
