I’m dizzy with terror. My heart’s going to rip out of my chest. I try to shove him back, but he doesn’t move an inch.
Arsen’s face hovers in front of mine so close his breath is warm on my lips.
“This was a bad idea, baby,” he whispers. I’m trying to process how this is happening and having a really hard time. “You’re not safe out here.”
I bite his hand. Because fuck him. His eyes widen and he snarls in pain as he pulls himself away. I open my mouth and take a deep breath.
“You fucking asshole,” I snap and shove him back. This time, he steps away, rubbing his palm. “You scared the shit out of me!”
“That was the plan.”
“Oh my god.” I press my hand against my chest and lean over, gasping for air. “I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”
He mutters something about needing a rabies shot. “Whoever told you about this place is going to lose their job.”
I grimace, straighten, and raise my chin. “I looked it up online.”
“Even if I believed you, I still might fire the entire staff for letting you sneak out.”
“How’d you find me?” I peer at him. “Did you bug me?”
“No, I didn’t bug you. I followed you.”
“That’s not much better.”
“I watched you slip out the back door wearing all black. I had a feeling you were up to no good, and here we are, vindicating the fuck out of me.”
“Still doesn’t mean you can stalk me and scare me to death.”
“Why not?” I step forward, eyes serious. He looks intense and menacing under the beam of my flashlight. “You aren’t safe out here.”
“I’m not safe because you’re here.”
He smirks and grabs my hair. I try to twist away, but he brings a knee up between my legs and pins me with his body. He’s so big and fucking warm, and I’m tempted to bite his goddamn throat out.
Until he whispers in my ear.
“You’re right, baby, you aren’t safe. Maybe you really should be afraid.” His mouth finds my neck and he sucks, his tongue licking me, and I release a whimper.
Half sexual ecstasy and half genuine fear for my life.
“We should get out of here.”
“Not yet.” He grabs my wrist and wrenches them above my head. “You haven’t been punished yet.”
I groan as he grinds his thigh higher. It presses against my jeans, the rough seam grinding into my pussy. It hurts and feels kind of good. “Aren’t there cameras in here?”
“Probably not.”
“What if someone hears?”
“You won’t be making much noise.” He releases my wrists with one hand and uses it to unbuckle his belt. “On your knees.”
I stare at him, heart racing into my throat. “Are you kidding?”
“I’m going to fuck that pretty, filthy mouth of yours. That’s your punishment, baby.”
Oh, shit.
That’s one hell of a proposition.
Before I can reply, he buries my mouth with his. It’s a searing kiss, all heat and domination. His tongue laps mine and invades my space, and fuck, he tastes good. Whiskey sweet and minty.
I drop to my knees. The tile is hard and cool. He holds my wrists above my head with one big hand, and the other tugs down his pants and his briefs until his cock springs free.
“Arsen,” I say, brain buzzing with how badly I want his cock in my mouth right now.
“Open. Now.”
I do as he commands. He grips the base of his shaft and slides his tip between my lips.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans as I suck him and swirl my tongue around. I lick his precum, letting its salty taste coat my tongue. “You look so fucking good down there.” He pushes himself deeper into my mouth and I nearly gag. He pulls back and does it again, and again, slowly fucking my lips.
Spit rolls down his shaft. I’m not exactly dignified down here. But there’s something exciting about how filthy I am letting him fuck my face in an abandoned post office. His cock goes deeper and I’m choking and slurping him, sucking nice and hard, and his groans of bliss drive me absolutely wild.
“You filthy fucking girl,” he growls. “Look at you, drooling all over my cock. You’re so goddamn dirty, you know that? Down on your knees for me. Getting your face fucked for being such a bad girl. You like it, don’t you?”
I pull back, gasping. “I love it,” I tell him, and it’s true. My nipples are hard and my pussy is absolutely drenched. “Fuck my mouth, you prick. Make me gag.”
His eyes flare and he pushes himself deeper. I choke, and he keeps going. I relax myself and suck him, sloppy and stupid with how much I love this and how he’s losing all control.
“I’m going to fill your fucking throat,” he says, voice strangled with pleasure.
“Do it,” I gasp, and he slides himself in again.
He explodes on my tongue. I make muffled moaning noises as I struggle to swallow every drop. He pulls back and some spills from my mouth and onto the floor. He’s breathing hard, gasping for air, and I am too. My lips are messy with spit and cum, and he drags me to my feet.
He kisses me hard. Like he doesn’t care that he can taste himself.
His hand grips my frizzy hair tight, and he turns me around. He wrenches my jeans and panties down, wrestling me into position as he palms my pussy. “Mine,” he whispers in my ear. His palm presses into my lips and I’m dripping onto him. “All fucking mine.”
His fingers glide into me. I push back against him, basically spineless with how good this feels. I’m jelly, brains a soupy mush, as he palms me roughly and tells me how he’s going to shove his sloppy fingers in my mouth when he’s finished.
It wrecks me. I come for him seconds later, already buzzing on the edge. I nearly collapse, but he’s a man of principles. He makes sure I suck him clean when I’m all through.
“You hunted me down for that, didn’t you?” I ask, breathing hard as he gently helps me get my panties and jeans back into place. He’s surprisingly tender about it. His lips brush my neck and he’s breathing hard like he’s struggling to control himself.
“Not at first. The idea occurred to me on the way.”
“You’re a bad man.”
He nibbles my ear. “Yes, I am.”
I turn and kiss him. I like the way he kisses me back with warmth and passion. We linger there in the darkness of the empty building, our breathing echoing off the walls around us. He strokes his fingers over my body softly, caressing me, petting me.
I don’t know why, but I feel deeply safe in his arms. He stays there holding me, breathing my smell, and he tells me how pretty I am and how much he likes keeping me close.
It feels right. This isn’t how I expected the night to go, but it’s somehow better.
Then we leave. He slips his hand into mine and holds it as we head down the quiet street together. He pulls me against him and squeezes my palm, not looking at me as we approach the mansion’s entrance.
“I know what you’re going to do with that lockpick set,” he says, gazing into the distance.
I feel a chill in my stomach. I grimace slightly. “How’d you know?”
“For once in your life, resist the temptation. Trust me, Lena.”
“Why? What are you hiding?”
His expression is dark and haunted.
“Some doors are better left unopened.”
