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Tyler who?
Giving my head a small shake, I allow my gaze to drift over the stranger.
He looks to be in his late forties, a hint of silvery grey dotting the hairs of his beard. His hair is trimmed short, the inky spikes smoothed back. Muscles line his body, bulging under the tight fitting shirt and no doubt hidden underneath the pair of jeans covering his legs. Tattoos cover most of his exposed skin, running from his neck down to his hands.
My eyes pause on his hands briefly, noting the enlarged veins running along them. A flash of those hands wrapped around my throat as he fucks me from behind sends me reeling. My breath picks up and I can feel my cheeks flaming.
What the fuck is wrong with me today?
Physically forcing myself to move on from the thoughts, I drag my eyes up to meet his and the accelerated thoughts stop abruptly. This man has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. I’m mesmerized by the iridescent jade green orbs, the color popping against his olive skin tone and black hair.
Drawing in a shaky breath, I clear my throat and shuffle on my feet. “Sorry.” I mumble, averting my gaze. “Guess I wasn’t paying attention.” Flicking my eyes back to his, I’m trapped in the orbs holding so many emotions and yet none at all.
The stranger stares blankly back at me, eyes flashing periodically. After what feels like an eternity, he silently slides to the side and presses the call button for the elevator. I’m both relieved and, frustratingly, disappointed that our interaction is coming to an end.
We wait in stilted silence for the lift to travel down to the basement level. My foot taps as my nerves work up again. My mind now flooded with stress over the test, anxiety over Tyler, and desperation for the man standing just a few feet from me.
When the doors finally ding open, he gestures for me to go inside first. I offer him a tight smile and shuffle inside. Turning around, I watch as he presses the button for my floor and nothing else.
Huh, what are the chances?
Glancing up at him, I’m caught up in his icy stare again. We remain that way the entire ride up to the eighth floor, our eyes locked. The elevator dings as the doors slide open and he looks away, freeing me from his trap.
Suddenly needing to be far, far away from this man, I push past him and rush down the hall toward my apartment. I come to a stop in front of the door marked 824 and shimmy the keys out of my pocket.
A scream is pulled from me as I feel a warm hand encircle my wrist mid air. Hot breath fans against my ear as a deep voice warns, “Shhh. I would suggest you don’t draw unwanted attention.”
My entire body shudders at the sound of the man from the elevator’s voice. My mind is screaming to kick him in the balls and run but my body is crying out to fuck him six ways to Sunday. Unable to obey either demand, I stand still, shaking against his hard body pressed into my back. “Good girl.” He breathes into my ear and I nearly moan, only catching it at the last second by literally biting my tongue.
A rough hand slides down my wrist to grab the keys from my locked fingers. I couldn’t open my hand if I wanted to, and I really don’t want to.
You sure about that?
I mentally curse my desperate pussy. Undeterred by my inability to move, he opens each finger slowly until the keys are free. With his front still pressed to my back, he stretches forward and unlocks the door, pushing it open.
“Get inside.” He commands, my feet immediately moving at the authority in his voice. I can’t tell if I imagine it but I could swear I hear a quiet chuckle at my obedience.
Clambering into the one bedroom apartment, I deposit my belongings onto the square dining table nestled in the corner between the living space and kitchen. I debate grabbing out my cell phone but don’t get the chance to do anything as the man shuts the door and closes the distance between us.
Once he’s standing in front of me, I find I have to strain my neck to see up at him.
Damn he’s tall.
My hormone-addled brain helpfully provides. I blink at him, waiting for his next move. I should be running and screaming, I should be doingsomething, but I don’t.
I won’t.
Something about this enigmatic stranger settles a lifetime worth of nerves. Even as my body hums in nervous anticipation, the erratic nature of my thoughts slows, a reprieve I didn’t know I was missing until this moment.
He peers down at me, studying my face. “You’re not scared.” He murmurs, irritation and intrigue lacing his tone.
I shake my head, still unable to speak past the lump in my throat. His eyes flash and he takes a step closer, towering over me. Backing up further, I bump into the table behind me, my breath catching.
Reaching out one of his large hands, he trails it softly along my throat. I swallow, feeling his fingers trace the movement, his eyes darkening. In a low voice that goes straight to my pussy, he growls, “You should be.”
Chapter 4
Killian
